"What? No. Of course not. I couldn't get anyone past the wards even if I wanted to. And I don't. Want to, that is. I'm not angry." Pansy took a deep breath and made an effort to bear down, to get to the honesty she needed and hated. "Well, I am angry, about many things. Mostly the size of my ankles and how Gucci doesn't make maternity clothes but... about you? Or any of this?" She gestured towards the unkempt witch (former witch?) and the general area around them with a loose wrist, "Not so much."