Ernest usually had no cause to take notice of Emilia Moony, which was exactly the way he liked his Unspeakables. She was an old hand in the department, and was typically reliable when she was not dealing with some sort of Family Issue (pregnancy and kidnapped husbands both being included under that very wide umbrella). Her area of expertise did not overlap much with his, most of the time, which meant that he had spent the majority of his career as an Unspeakable not dealing with her. The fact that she had not yet discovered a way to use her work to create any Ministry-wide disasters meant that he could largely continue that tradition in his role as Assistant Head, which suited him just fine. He preferred to spend most of his day tinkering with time, anyway — or, since his return to work in January, at surreptitiously becoming an expert in the anatomy of a human male's spine.

Her announcement caught him a little off guard, however, because he wasn't sure why she was telling him. He hadn't been headed to the space room, but perhaps she'd thought he was and was trying to warn him off? He was still self-conscious of the blasted chair, and therefore was quick to jump to conclusions which put it at the center. Was she afraid, perhaps, that he would come to check on her and go floating out of his seat? That he would go spinning off helplessly and there would have to be someone sent in to fetch him and return him to his crutch before gravity could be safely restored?

The fact that it was quite a plausible scenario only made the possibility that she had been considering it more annoying. "Oh?" he remarked a little archly, though he tried to keep his tone as neutral as possible. "For what purpose?"

OOC: Emilia could not be as ableist as Ernest if she was actively trying, so.