Tonks narrowed her eyes a bit, trying to study the man with whom she had worked for years. She didn't wish to believe the words out of his mouth, his loyalties to Thicknesse, Yaxley, and this new regime who had seemed to almost overthrow the old magical government. It was everything they had always fought against, now suddenly turned upon it's head so they would never be allowed to fight it again. Now, the only question was to decide if he was a part of the new or the old regime. Had they gotten to his mind? It was a dangerous question.
It was also a question, no matter her anger and disgust at the entire change, that she would have to ask in private. She was smart enough, despite her brief outburst, not to push the matter again. She nodded simply to him, turning her back and stepping around so she could actually sit down at her desk. She would listen, but she could not allow herself to participate in this conversation any longer, lest she say something truly dangerous. She sighed, taking another sip of her tea as she kept watching the room.
Now she looked for anything other than Gawain. Who looked happy? Who was content, if not supporting, this new regime. There was much to be learned and it wasn't from her boss' lips.