"I see." That was curious; she was suggesting that he go somewhere else to find out the news? Percy had never thought he was socially inept, but why wouldn't people talk about work at work? Then again, he could see her point; he talked about his job quite a lot, provided there was someone around to listen.
He was faintly aghast by the thought that someone might hex him. "No, no, Gray. No-one's done such a thing," he assured her. And if they had, he wasn't against returning the favor. He'd grown up with Fred and George, after all, and a case like that would surely be considered self-defense.
The queue moved forward a bit more and he picked up some cutlery, placing it on his tray. "Have you had much of that?" he asked, glancing sideways at Gray. "An increase in hexings?"