Melinda was never particularly good at admitting defeat. She knew it was obvious that she deflated again, just a little. The kicking at the rubble probably didn't help the childishness of how stubborn she was. However, she found it highly unlikely that anyone would readily admit to having any sort of prowess as a Legilimens. She could be stubborn, but she doubted her ability to bully someone into confessing anything of the sort.
Narcissa it would have to be.
"Don't suppose this is particularly the best course of action, is it?" She asked softly knowing full well the answer. It would have been far more proper for her to have just asked, to have lent her hand in the first place so she wouldn't have to go digging for the information.