Tonks was not a particularly prideful person, but her tolerance for alcohol had always been a bit of a sticking point -- she didn't drink all that regularly, certainly not as regularly as most people on the island did, but she liked to think that she could hold her own. That is, until she was placed before something of a childhood hero, and forced to try and keep a mask of sobriety upon her face so that she didn't embarrass herself completely. It was safe to say that she was failing. Monumentally.
"I did, yeah. You were a few years ahead of her, right? Must've been... interesting," Dora paused on the last word, letting the corners of her mouth quirk upwards into a smirk. Her gaze flicked momentarily towards her mother at the bar; had they been in a more professional situation she would have never given the topic of their conversation opportunity to suspect they were discussing her. But as it stood, sitting in the bar, on whatever drink it was of the night, she couldn't bring herself to be bothered about it.