Tonks was suddenly very aware of the sound of heavy footsteps--a man's footsteps, to be precise--following her, and when a glance over her shoulder confirmed that it was, in fact, the bloke from the coffee shop, she stopped in her tracks. "Alright, let's get this over with," she stated, whirling around, fingers wrapped around the wand in her pocket just in case. "Don't let my sparkly get-up fool you, I haven't got any money if that's what you're after. If that's not the case, I can likewise assure you that I'm not selling any sort of substance, nor am I looking for a quick shag. Are we clear?"