Emrys sighed, then shrugged. "I suppose," he agreed. Reuben Crouch was visible behind Pettigrew, pacing. Had he looked less likely to spontaneously combust, Emrys might have renewed his offer to pay his way out of this unpleasantness, but he sensed that it would make little difference and might only get Crouch riled up more.

"Let's hope it's over quickly, at least," he said with a frown, moving away from Pettigrew and towards the fifth man, presumably the healer.

"I hope you're good," he muttered.