Ryan couldn't help how her body language softened to the man before her. Aurors had received a horrible name once the bad ones were brought forth, and she couldn't blame him. If she didn't need a job, and of she didn't have an in with the auror's office after leaving the Department of Mysteries, she'd not have taken it. But things were going to be difficult for a while and she did need the job. She didn't flinch at his hesitation to a healer, but oddly enough, Oliver's words to him made a small, barely there, smile to twitch at her lips.

"It's no hassle, really." She assured Kearney as she opened her bag and wrote a bit on a piece of parchment before watching it fold and fly away on its own. She now had more paperwork to fill out, something she had took to as she sipped at her tea.

Kearney, himself, would need to be in a place that was well equipped against those still loyal to you-know-who, and he'd need every bit of protective measures. She'd have to arrive earlier than usual to practices now and check the grounds before setting up her enchantments. It was going to be a lot of work, but she knew that it was worth it.

An innocent man was free, and she was glad she could help with it. She looked over a few names in her file before moving the page aside. Her list of 'recommended stand ins' for while she would be at Umbridge's trial. She already asked her father to take her place for the days, and he had accepted. However, the auror's office insisted she pick a name on the list and she didn't trust any of them.

She shook her head slightly, looking up from her work as the door opened and she saw a rather petite woman come through the doors. "Ryan, darling! It's been an age!" The woman smiled a bit before nudging her ribs. Her dark hair matched her eyes near perfectly as she beamed. Ryan moved her things aside. "Oh my! Manners... I'm Dria Andrews, healer."

Ryan gave a sigh. "Forgive Dria, she's just happy to be back practicing. She worked under my mother before she went on the run..." she trailed and Dria just gave a nod.

"I came as soon as Ryan here said I should. Things have been slow at our practice. What with all the hype going around, and elitist pigs still thinking just cause your..." Dria trailed off feeling Ryan nudge her. "Sorry... I get a little angry about it still."

Ryan looked over to Kearney. "I'm sorry she came rather quickly, Mr. Stevens, but Dria is an excellent healer. If you want to wait a little while, she'll understand. She just likes to meet her patients first."

Dria nodded and smiled a bit, taking Ryan's paperwork and moving it away from her. "Quit with the formalities, Lockwood, you can catch up later, by Merlin woman." Ryan shot her a look. "Anyway, so, a chaser eh? I remember Trent going on and on about Quidditch when they'd come in. I have to know how you got into it? I can watch the sport all day but can't fly worth a damn."

Ryan gently nudged Dria. "Forgive her please, she really does like to meet own her patients."

Ryan was now regretting her choice, but hopefully Dria being a little more social than the others would help a little more too. Perhaps. Maybe. She wasn't even sure anymore.