It was quite interesting to hear those words from the lips of a Death Eater, but perhaps she only meant that neither of them had died - no one on her side died. His mind was even more than usual focusing on strong occlumency. She was no Severus Snape, but he didn't know her and was not going to make a mistake of underestimating her. It was better to keep his defenses sharp.
"You will need to make a statement," Kingsley replied, "There is a lot of boring work that happens after the exciting period of the night. As these fellows were caught red handed and attacked a hitwizard, it will be a fairly simple and easy procedure though." He kept his eyes off her sleeves, as she seemed, if anything, nervous about the Mark. And Kingsley kept his eye on his prisoners, whom he attached to the prison portkey that saw them in.
They were alone then, just the two of them in the street, though around them, the smell of smoldering pavement littered the otherwise clean late evening air.