The giggle surprised her. It wasn't something she was especially prone to herself, even if she was rather less serious than she sometimes gave the impression of. She didn't comment on it however, just smiled faintly and got on with the drinks.
She appreciated that he'd pushed the chair out for her, it certainly made it easier not to spill anything. She'd probably have ended up looking far too elegant hooking it with her foot somehow by pure instinct and muscle memory. "You're welcome," she said, avoiding the driest tone in her arsenal by rather more than she'd been expecting. His effusive thanks seemed to be automatic.
"I just had a quiet evening with a pint. Watched the world go by. Cultivated my 'fuck off and leave me alone' face, and no that doesn't mean you need to go, I just wasn't in the mood to deal with press, morons or the general public. And aside from your decision to try and fly against healer's advice you don't fit any of those anyway. At least I hope you've not joined the various twats that this country calls journalists." She looked him over suspiciously, the invective at the word twats rather obvious.
"Honestly a woman has a little fun and you'd think I performed Unforgivables on half the ministry with the way they go on!" Sometimes the rigid attitudes of the more traditional parts of the wizarding world infuriated her with how much they still bled into the population in general.