Tonks dismissed his apologies with the wave of a hand, looking away from him. "Staring's something I'm used to," she said. Maybe if she just kept talking, the weirdness of the situation would pass. "Metamorphmagus, you know. And a bit clumsy, too, if we're being honest. Also never knew when to keep my mouth shut."
She cleared her throat closed the door, lingering with her grip on it only long enough to ready herself again. She could feel his eyes on her, and when she looked up she found that she didn't want to break away from his gaze again. As morbid as it might have been, she wanted to hear everything; something about his expression told her he might want to hear a few things, too.
"I'm not used to being speechless," she said, opting for the honesty route. The part of her brain that did covert missions using false identities, the one that was used to being put on the spot, seemed to have deserted her. "But, well, this has sort of done me in, I'm afraid. So Teddy, yeah? After my dad."