At the mention of "her loony bird," she paled and nearly dropped the glass. She knew he would figure it out eventually, but she had hoped, perhaps naively, Neville would've lasted a little longer than this. Poor Neville. Her heart went out to him, but she couldn't let that show, not even a little bit. She brought her hand holding the wand to the counter and rested it there, like she was bracing herself. "I was working," she said curtly, and she did not elaborate. The less information Jack had, the better.