Her somberness was apparently (much to her dismay) noticeable, but it seemed he'd interpreted it as exhaustion, which was likely a better thing. Anyone leaving work had a reason to be exhausted, especially a little intern like herself. And on top of that, he didn't seem to respond with any air of disdain or attempts to avoid conversing with her, which was definitely a positive sign. Perhaps the "entirety" of society that seemed to be against her was a smaller batch of people than she'd thought (or maybe Mr. Gladstone was simply her friend, which seemed more likely than the former).

"I suppose they're all long days — or they're getting longer," she replied softly with an equally soft smile. "I hope yours hasn't been too troublesome? I haven't visited Magical Bugs in a while." No, she'd been practically confined to her own department since the mooncalf incident last month.