"Yes, I do. Department of Magical Transportation, actually."
It was difficult to figure out what she thinking, and not for the first time, he wished he was better at the art of Occlumency. How Lestrange had perfected it was anyone's guess, given how mad she as, but that was neither here nor there.
"A Healer then," he said, nodding. It would be useful to know a Healer - and St. Mungo's would have already cleared out the undesirables, so she was at least a half-blood. "And yes, he's quite well now."