What were the odds that someone involved with the British National Team (a team which she fangirled over with Merry) while on a case? She could hardly interact with him as she would like to, given the circumstances and that she was, in fact, supposed to be here in an official capacity. Not to mention that his status on the team didn't necessarily mean he wasn't involved somehow. Fallon had to remain suspicious still, at least until he proved himself otherwise.

"Okay," she nodded. Then, for the first time since his arrival, she noticed the case file and went to move it further from his reach. However, the train decided to lurch just then, causing Fallon to lose her balance and the papers to fall about the compartment in a flurry of white.

One particular paper caught her attention and her face drained of all color. "No," she hissed as she reached for it and ignored the other pages. In her skimming, she had lost the most important detail: the smugglers were moving potions, they were abducting muggles.

"We need to move," she told him abruptly. Leaving him behind was still not an option, though she knew she would move faster without worrying about him.