"I needed a job," she agreed as she watched him and tried to work out what was between the lines. While she bristled at the idea of being a charity case, she didn't truly think that's what this was. There was something else; the question was, what?
"But you didn't need me," she continued. If he was going to dodge and toss out answers that weren't answers, he'd discover the mule in her blood. "So that's not the answer. There have to be dozens of girls with more experience that you haven't told to stay away," she pointed out. "I don't want you to think I don't appreciate the gesture, because I do," she added sincerely. "It just baffles me, and I don't like being confused. It makes me cranky."
She leaned back in the chair, mindful that she held herself so her wand didn't show -- she could leave it at home, but if Remus had been right about the Death Eaters ... well, she didn't want to get caught without it. "So it wasn't just my present state of unemployment," she continued. "Which makes me wonder what it really was."