Hermione didn't bother hiding the rolling of her eyes in front of her peer as she had with her subordinate. They each knew the other was completely full of shite. That was half the fun of playing the game together. She took a seat behind her usual desk in an effort to make everything seem as normal as possible. Getting too eager would only result in failure. Immediately asking about Aberforth Dumbledore and his case would only invite suspicion. Rabastan was a very astute man. He had to be in their line of work. She knew him well enough to trust him only as far as she could physically throw him without magic. Remaining patient and careful was the only way she was going to be successful in helping the wizard escape. Assuming, of course, that it was even possible to escape.