All right, whoa, the Auror was a little wound up. Frank could hardly blame him. The guy didn't seem to have much of a brain-to-speech filter, and that was familiar territory. Frank found himself fairly sympathetic. This whole thing had gotten off to such a bad start.
"Ah, well, yes?" he said, and scratched his head. "But what I mean is, I'm an animagus. Fox. Good for tracking and patrolling and that kind of thing. I did a lot of it during and after the war, doing recon and casing sites for my clean-up work. No huge secret, but not general knowledge, I guess. Nose and four legs, at your service."
That was maybe a bit light for the situation, but Way just looked so defensive and embarrassed. Come to think of it, he even smelled nervous, in a particular and different way Frank couldn't place. Hrm. He always wished he got a little more carry-over of the animal senses. Some was better than none, anyway...