Fletcher was probably right, about the man deserving his fate, but Pansy still felt awful about the fact that her wand, her magic, had left a man lifeless on the floor of her shop. Silently crying, she shook her head, looking down. After a few moments, she said, "N-no, I-I'm alr-right." She tried to steady her breathing, to find comfort in the fact that she was, at least, no longer alone. Merlin, she loved her brother so much, especially in this moment. "I c-can a-a-answer your questions."