While Moody sat still, his magical eye never stopped moving, pivoting in its socket, always looking, always on guard. He realized he pissed off a number of people in the village, which frankly made him proud, but he expected that any one of them might come through the doors of the pub with a chip on their shoulder. If they came, Moody would be ready for them.
Of course, Moody knew what Tonks was referring to, but he answered sarcastically, "Well, I dunno. The mattress they gave me is all lumpy, making it hard to sleep, so that's fucked up, but I'll get used to I guess." He then gave Tonks a glare from his good eye and huffed. "I just got here, woman. Yesterday. Did it take you less than 48 fucking hours to to get used to things?" His eye narrowed and then he asked, suspiciously, "Why you want to know?"