The frown she wears sinks further into her features in its attempt to become a permanent fixture. It doesn't add up-- None of it does, really, and as easy it is for her to assume Grindelwald the whole thing remains beyond him. She doubted Grindelwald wold attempt the same trick again. Never mind the fact that she wondered what purpose he would find in using polyjuice on them or why he wouldn't make the accommodations more sparse (giving them anything at all did not seem his style).

Besides Grindelwald was still locked up somewhere wasn't he...?

She shook her head with a low frustrated sound, realizing she had gotten caught up on her own thoughts instead of ever answering her sister. The creases on her forehead ease up as even her grip on the mug in her hands relaxes. "It doesn't make any sense," She agrees grimly, "but that doesn't mean we can't figure out something."

Because Tina at her heart was, and would always be, an investigator. Just because she had been demoted, although now promoted again, or lost in a place keeping them trapped didn't mean she would give that up. Or stop. Not when there were apparently too many perplexing matters and she'd only been there a matter of minutes.

"We'll figure it. We'll have to."