The time turner logic was all Tonks really had. She wasn't that type of person who sat around and thought of things that could have happened. Tonks just did things, like take out her wand and cast spells. Tonks was a doer. She'd rather be exploring and finding things out. Sitting around wasn't fun at all.
"I don't know," she admitted, making a face. "It seems sort of random to me. I don't know some of the people writing. At least I don't think so. Maybe we'll see as soon as more people get here." If more people got there. Tonks was running on the assumption that more people would be showing up. Like Remus. But she wasn't confident that would even happen.
She watched the dog chomp up the biscuit and make a mess. She also wondered briefly if she should be a stickler about cleaning like Andromeda, but then decided that she was naturally too messy to care about sweeping it up right this second. "I'll bet your gran would make her annoyed face about biscuit on the floor," she commented with a grin, determined to make the situation lighter again.