There was nothing Adam would consider himself to have less expertise in than magic that dealt with a ladies' breasts. He was relieved to see, as the affected woman settled somewhat, that the bats didn't appear to be transfigured bosoms themselves, as he'd at first thought based on the other woman's statement. They were, however, still quite awkwardly placed, and Adam had to wonder what, exactly, they had been trying to do in the first place that would have resulted in bats being conjured in the front part of a woman's blouse. Luckily they didn't seem prone to attack, or anything — he wasn't sure if bats generally were or weren't prone to such things, but many otherwise innocuous small creatures could become vicious when cornered, and they were certainly rather confined where they were...

"Can't you just undo the spell?" he asked, glancing nervously up at the pitch. He didn't want to try and scoop them out and end up sending them flying off towards one of the players and causing a calamity. Preventing disruptions was the entire reason he was being paid to be here, after all, so he wasn't keen to be the cause of one. Not to mention that scooping them out would involve being rather more intimate with this strange woman than would be appropriate.

"Finite incantatum should do the trick, shouldn't it?" he asked, holding his wand ready but waiting for the woman he'd been talking to to actually cast the counter-charm. These things were best undone by the same wand that had done them, whenever possible, Adam had found; it was less likely that there would be any unwelcome side-effects.