Gabrielle sat quietly, one hand in her lap, the other resting against Adrian's leg, her fingers lightly entwined with his. Her head cocked, she listened intently to the discussion, her sharp gaze shifting between Draco and Dawlish. She didn't see the need to interject, not here at least. Instead she simply absorbed the conversation, knowing she would be up early the next morning to write up a report for Monsieur Dentremonte.