Daph eyed the glass of wine, taking it carefully but not sipping. She was on the clock, and she didn't like to indulge while at work. It was all to tempting, with the characters she corralled. Which is why she made it a point to be sober when dealing with them. Even if it was only a glass, she wouldn't drink it.
She was unsurprised, both that Mr. Accorsi had answered her question to Harriet and that he had heard of their relieving muggle joints of their liquor. Her eyes flicked to her mentor for guidance on how to answer the question, but found none. It would seem it was her prerogative on whether to fall into the veritable vipers pit or not here. Outright denying what they'd been doing might make him angry, but she also wouldn't throw Harriet under the bus. I was a tight spot she found herself in here, between a rock and a hard place.
"What a nasty thing you accuse us of, Mr. Accorsi, sir. Scavenging." She swirled the glass, bringing it slowly to her lips to stall slightly but she still didn't take a sip. "Like we were starving dogs looking for scraps." It was non committal enough, which in all honestly probably wasn't much better than outright lying and denying knowing what he'd been talking about. But Daphne would not be made to put the blame on Harriet, and without any direction from the boss-lady herself she wouldn't be any less vague than that. She was a good foot soldier, after all. Good at taking orders and loyal to the end.