Hearing his name, Gawain looked up, tensing as he did so. Anyone who called him 'Auror Robards' either had been arrested by him or had him on a case, and he didn't want to talk to either particularly.
His eyes came to rest on the witch standing in front of him, and as his eyes rose to her face, he smiled. "Healer Jones," he said warmly, giving her an appreciative look. "Please, have a seat, if you're not joining someone else already."