"Acquainted? Oh, goodness, no," Juliana said, blushing slightly at the idea that she would have any reason at all to be acquainted with the Minister of Magic (even, as he pointed out, one who no longer bore the title). He offered his hand and she wondered whether she ought to take it just because he'd offered, even though she was certainly stable now and almost entirely righted. She ended up placing her hand on his only lightly, more symbolically than out of actual need, as she finished returning to her skates. "I only recognize your face from the papers. I was so disappointed when you resigned," she continued, with feeling, before realizing that he likely didn't want to talk about that with a perfect stranger. This was the same trouble she'd had when she'd accidentally accosted Miss Scott — no matter how supportive or sympathetic she wanted to be, people did not generally like to have their moments of greatest anguish brought up by those they didn't know well (or at all; she had still not managed to give him her name). Though now that she had said something, Juliana felt she ought to explain herself.

"I mean — I don't mean disappointed in you," she continued, speaking quickly to cover her awkwardness (though she was likely not successful on that count). "Just in — in the necessity of it. I actually thought... I thought you handled everything quite admirably. Given the circumstances. Though of course it's hardly my place to have an opinion on it," she added hastily. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you must get this all the time — people you don't know telling you about your own business. I shouldn't have said anything at all — I'm Miss Binns," she finished, feeling so flustered and warm (particularly about her cheeks and ears) that she might very well melt the ice beneath her feet.