Percy wasn't exactly familiar with everything that the MLE was doing at the moment, aside from searching for Harry and the other people who'd made the list of Undesirables.
"I'm not sure," he said slowly. "They're responsible for tracking down a few, er, choice people. From what I've heard, the Muggle-born Registration Commission is sorting out what to do with those who flee." He paled a little, thinking of Penny. He needed to get in touch with Mundungus and move her somewhere safe, soon.
He'd obviously surprised her with his question, and he gave her a rueful look. "Yes, I expect so." She'd neatly replied to his question without giving him any real answer, but he got the gist of what had been indirectly implied.
Happy to hear that his eye was no longer turning every color of the spectrum, he gave a sigh of relief. "I feel nothing more than the bruise," he said. "It doesn't hurt as much as it did before, no." His heart sank a little, hearing that the bruise would linger until the morning, but he set his jaw and nodded. He could think of an excuse. Perhaps he'd blame the upper drawer of his file cabinet, which always flew open when stuffed to its capacity. Considering how many triplicate forms Percy kept there, it happened often.
"OK," he replied. "Thank you, Healer Jones. I do appreciate it."