Nodding along with the Urchin's appraisal of his job, Eugene rather thought he nailed it. "Pretty  much, I work for the ministry and I make sure people are taking care of their magical creatures the right way." And taking them away if they didn't. Or chasing them down when the lost them, or any other host of weird situations he'd found himself in over the course of his ministry career.

He should have known mentioning the niffler to a kid would elicit a request to see Ginger, but Eugene wasn't really complaining; he was grossly fond of her after all, when she wasn't driving him to drink. "Alright, but yeh gotta watch her carefully. You saw how sneaky they are!" He said as he reached into his pocket to pull out the little bugger. He was met with a gleeful nip to his finger in which Eugene pulled it back out, yelping and shaking it as if that would really help.

"Ginger, really?" He howled, diving in again to grab her by the scruff of her neck. "You right meanie." He said as he pulled her out and held her near his face to reprimand her. "This is Ginger, Ginger this is... well I suppose I can't keep calling you Street Urchin." He probably would in his head, though.