If there was any chance that Tina was going to relax into taking a drink it all but disappears. Her hands tighten their clasp around the cup, brow furrowing deeper as Queenie spoke of her experiences. She couldn't read someone? That wasn't right, but her concerns are put to the side when Queenie begins again. Hesitantly at that and Tina feels her back straighten in response.

Percival Graves was one thing that she could except. There was a chance he'd been alive and the Auror taskforce had held onto that hope. Even if it came with its own complicated set of feelings, it wasn't impossible. Credence, however, awarded another set of issues. Her features turn from surprise to confusion and then settled on something that was a cross between alarm and sadness.

"That's impossible," Tina answers, voice quivering in spite of herself, fingers digging into her cup, "I was in the tunnel. I saw when the Aurors..." When they destroyed him. It wasn't possible-- At least it shouldn't have been, but Tina knew her sister wouldn't lie to her. In the same bizarre way this place had brought them here and apparently limited their magic they had found a way to bring Credence.

It was unsettling enough to turn her into silence, eyes hazily focusing on the table. Her shoulders remain set, but eyes bleary and she curses everything all the same.