Roger's skin crawled; he only ever heard rumours about what was happening, it all seemed like a bad dream. He didn't particularly want to know where Alicia was staying in case someone figured out they were friends and tried to force Veritaserum on him. So, he didn't press the subject, instead taking comfort in the fact that if she would ever need help, she would ask.
"I don't know, Al, some of these Death Eaters... they don't look the type, you know? And people at work, they don't know I'm not aggressive or anything. All they know is that I'm a Pureblood with an obvious injury from fighting."
Roger took another swig of beer, raising an eyebrow at her as he did. He walked over to the fridge and handed her another bottle of beer. "I'm careful. I should maybe be a bit more careful what I say in public, mind. I had been complaining about work and how scared I was shortly before your friends came up. Sort of solidifies the idea that I think they are Death Eaters. At least Oliver saved the day, though, you'd be at my funeral today if he wasn't there."