Violet turned at someone's hand on her shoulder. She had one foot in the break room and one in the air outside in the corridor; she pivoted around and looked at the woman. "Yes, I know. I just...I can't believe he's dead. This isn't going to make the Ministry--that is, this one, in London--look very good. A conference that only happens on occasion, and at that occasion someone dies because we can't regulate our magical creatures? I should have been able to do more. Magical creatures is my department." She sighed.