Justin fought off a frown as she turned the conversation toward the Ministry. Of course, he knew she would, but it didn't mean he had to be happy about it. "Weeell," He started, sitting back in his chair, "Your department is taking a beating for letting someone like that get access to you. Apparently no one saw him go into your office and none of the intruder wards were tripped. The only person anyone knows about was the mail intern, and they saw him come back out again. He's been in for questioning about six times though... I'm pretty sure they're barking up the wrong tree, but when you have a hammer..."
He paused and tapped his knee idolly, "The Aurors are in trouble too. People are accusing the security at the prison of being too lax, and a few arseholes, sorry, pardon my french, have been having a go at Minister Kingsley's law against the Dementors, saying that if they'd been in Azkaban, Lestrange wouldn't have gotten past the door."
He offered her another smile, "But don't worry. I think with you being here you've dodged any bullets they might've sent your way any other time. No one's calling for your resignation. You'll be ok..."