She was petite, yes, but a fighter. So, against a Muggle, it was less a show. Against another wizard, who had their wand? And a Death Eater? Totally a show. But it was the Yank with the interesting taste in music. Quick glance over to Luna, to make sure that she was seriously okay with the man, and then Tonks nodded once. "Tonks. Knight with pink hair." Said with a wry grin and a handshake. Least right now it was pink.
She crouched down as well, putting the stick that was supposed to be a wand in her back pocket with her journal. Moody would have yelled at her, but it felt comfortable there. She felt a little more in control with something that at least felt vaguely familiar. "Nothin' doing, lambie. I took some pokes around and couldn't find anything." From a crouch to an unceremonious flop onto her rear. Hands tousled through bright hair. It was whoever had the control-stick, fucking with them. That was what it was, Nymphadora.