Luxe returned Edmund's smile, keeping her eyes locked on him as he spoke. Inside, her head was screaming fear. As he told the story, she became more worried. Things were getting worse. But on the outside, she kept her cool, remaining composed. Well, maybe some use could come from the Potter kids after all. She wanted everything to be right again, for light to triumph over dark.
She liked how Edmund was brave and had taken control of their group. She felt more safe with someone as strong as him around. Exhaling, her eyes flickered over to the other group as she examined each person carefully, sizing them in to see if they were useful. Eh, things didn't look so good. But they had defeated Voldemort in their time, perhaps they could help with the Shroud.
Luxe moved her chair so she was sitting next to Edmund. If he was going to be brave, so was she. They could both lead. Together. Besides Edmund, she was the only other one brave enough, strong enough, smart enough. She and Edmund balanced each other out that way.
"So," Luxe said, looking to Harry, "Are you going to help us or not?"
Simple, get to the point. If they were going to stay and help then great. If they weren't, well, she'd help to send them on their way.