Hestia didn't really like the way that he questioned her, like he had the authority to do so, but then he assuaged his assertive manner with a bit of a jab at himself. "I work at St. Mungo's, Emergencies and Accidents," Hestia said. "That's probably it, I see a lot of faces in and out of the hospital every day."
She relaxed for a second when he offered his hand, an amicable gesture, but his name sparked recognition. "Hestia Jones," she said as she took his hand briefly. He did work for the Ministry, she knew that much, but she wasn't sure which side of the Ministry he was on.