Jia sighed to herself and pulled her phone back, sliding it back into her pocket. Aldenburg wasn't entirely wrong, the manor got horrible reception, but she'd take poor communications over easily intercepted communications any day, and the Owl Problem was still a problem even if no one had sent it. "Your reliance on the Fidelius charm will be our undoing, Aldenburg. He Who Must Not Be Named knows elements of magic that you and I have never even dreamed of, and has access to every horror and wonder they ever concealed within the Department of Mysteries. Secrecy is a far greater tool for our defense than any charm. The Death Eaters breached Grimmauld Place," She paused a moment, images of that terrible battle momentarily flashing through her mind. "Which had every protection as this base and more, wards raised by Dumbledore himself." 

She held up a hand to forestall his retort. "But more importantly, I assume -nothing-, Aldenburg. I intend to take every precaution imaginable with this meeting, but the possibility of gaining an agent within the Death Eaters is one we cannot pass up. Unless you plan to offer your services to the Dark Lord - an approach I doubt would have much success - we have no other possibilities for gaining an operative."

Jia paused a moment, drawing her wand and tapping it into her glass. "Aguamenti." She took a quick drink, then continued. "There are a number of boltholes I have arranged around Britain that we can use for interrogating this Death Eater. They're under the basic array of wards. I go in wand drawn, order the Death Eater to submit to a full-body bind, and then I'll apparate him to my apartment in Glasgow for a proper interrogation. If he doesn't cooperate I'll kill him." She paused a moment. "All in favor of exploiting this opportunity rather than letting it pass us by?" She raised a hand.