[ Another bite hovers between plate and mouth as Percival blinks at Credence. Of course his family was here; Serafina would have notified them, before the news got out, or she would've had them in her office. And of course they made a scene.

Of. Course. He sighs and sets his fork down. ]

That would have been Marguerite. Maybe her husband, Alden. I'd apologize for them but I'm afraid I've fallen out of the habit.

With any luck I can put off their visits until I've been allowed to go home. [ Which is another possible wrinkle; he's not sure what state his home is in or what Grindlewald may have done to it. ] The president will come today, at least; that business will take time to deal with.