"I can only imagine what type of businesses those are," said Percy. "I'm not surprised to hear that about Auror Robards, either. The MLE have been saddled with a few new tasks, lately." And really, he was saying more than he should. He didn't know this woman at all, even if she seemed to have Muggle sympathies.
"I didn't know that," Percy replied, taking it all in with knitted brows. "I'm glad to hear it, though. And that, ah, people are getting helped outside of the hospital." He looked to the doorway, but everything seemed relatively private. "You'll have to excuse me if you think I'm being rude, Healer Jones, but have you done that? Helped someone outside of the hospital?"
He got more and more worried about the Muggle-borns, especially after receiving their files day after day. Then, of course, there was Penny.
"Ouch, oh! I'm sorry!" Percy clutched the crown of his head and winced, which elicited another wince. He rubbed his head and gave her an apologetic look. This was not going very well, as far as impressions went. And if she knew his brothers, and he had a feeling she did - if by reputation only - she'd probably be glad to be rid of him.
"I'm afraid it's better than yours, probably," he told her, somewhat ruefully. "I've been called thick-headed once or twice."