[ It's a little tiresome, the way she's all tactics and criticism and very little give, but it's easy to sympathize with. It reminds him of the war, the way it had made everyone sharper. Less forgiving. He thinks briefly of Lily and her red hair, though that's about where the comparison ends; she'd never lost her kindness, even then. ]

The masks and Dark Marks tend to give it away. [ Which is a very poor joke, and one even he isn't capable of making without sounding bitter. ] They hide in plain sight. But they use the Dark Arts freely, without regard for human life.

[ A short pause as he considers the hive and the impressions he's gotten from others. ] If they were here, you'd likely sense them by their cruelty.