Faustus was not entirely unaware of the effect he had on people. In addition to being an imposing figure as Head Auror, the fact that he was a part of the upper crust of society, his mother was a known socialite, and oh, that he cleared his father's name in the early days of being an Auror....things like these tended to stick with him. That didn't mean he was too happy about it.

He felt a pang of guilt as he observed Miss Scamander. The flush in the young woman's cheeks as well as the fact that he'd just introduced himself told him he wasn't making her the most comfortable. It was nearly impossible to not make her uncomfortable in this scenario when she technically was the crime scene. Thankfully, she seemed to be a bit more relaxed than before, which was a good sign. "A good sign," he replied, before taking a breath and casting a few more spells, muttering under his breath as he went.

He stood back and looked at the young woman again. "Any better, Miss Scamander?"