Killian wondered briefly if the man was a Quidditch player.  It was unsurprising for that sort to be caught in disreputable company and activities.  On second thought the man looked nearly too old for the sport infact it was quite likely he was older than Killian himself.  He shook his head and watch the girl compose herself in his peripheral vision, having the good grace to avert his eyes lest she was even more undressed than first thought.  

Then came a composed if not a little flushed explanation.  It was not exactly helpful to their case but he respected the directness of her answer.  Well respect was a strong word.  If nothing else it put her in a better light than her counterpart who was looking increasingly childish and he gave her the briefest, most cursory of nods.    

"Can you ambulate?" he asked the man, drawing his wand.  "Can I trust that the situation in Bartonburg is resolved?"  he wanted to add a snarky 'Have you made use of the Authority's waiting room as well?' but he was better than that.  Or too tired.

He decided he'd send word to Law Enforcement regardless of their answer.