She can glean whatever meaning she sees fit from this, their mutual distrust and dislike prevents a show of faith, and Graves contemplates her for a long moment, taking her measure. MACUSA has no use for a director who cannot set aside emotion and logic; it has no use for a man who cannot be the one constant, unchanging fixed point, the one who carries the lives of so many on his shoulders.

It's not a weight he sheds even in this village, even in the face of oncoming death in the form of a sharp-eyed blond wizard with delusions of grandeur. This is a woman who does not understand. Too different, their realities too removed from each other, and for good reason. "I'm the Director for Magical Security of the United States." He says simply, like he's talking about the weather, like he isn't the second most powerful man in wizarding America. "And chief of all magical law enforcement in the country. Think of it what you will; I intend to clean up what's left behind. Any more questions?"