It was quite difficult to hold a concerned expression on her borrowed face as the girl wallowed on the ground. That had to be a trait she was cursed with by the creature her mother wed. No Black was ever anything less that graceful. Even at his absolute worst, Sirius had moved with more pureblood flair.
"My packages are safe, miss. Are you certain you are not harmed?" She looked the girl up and down and managed not to sneer at her atrocious clothing. "Oh, I should call you 'missus', should I not?" She nodded at the ring on the girl's hand.