Trish's mind was whirling with similar questions. She hadn't seen anything about the Order attacking this time, but that wasn't to say someone hadn't planned something, and Dolohov was a prime target. Plus the Order knew that she and Penny worked at Mungo's, they wouldn't have expected them to be inside the house.
But the questions could wait, right now they had to get out of the house before it burned around them. "The front is cut off," she coughed, but gritted her teeth against the pain, the burning in her throat from the smoke, and made her way to Penny's side. Awkwardly, having only one functioning hand, Trish tore strips from her apron. "Put this to your mouth and nose," the cloth wasn't the most effective guard but it could help a little against smoke inhalation. "Let's try the back door."