Jack could have probably written into the the Daily Prophet that she was switching over to the Death Eaters and she'd still get an owl from someone with questions about the Order of the Phoenix. It was to be expected. Her time leading Potter's Army and the Order had not exactly been kept a secret, and even as far removed as she was from the organization, she was still one of the more public figures related to it. So this was not exactly a surprise. A bit tiresome, certainly, but she had no one to blame since she kept showing up when the duty called.
The name, however, had given her pause. And not, perhaps, for the usual reasons. It wasn't a fear of the Greyback legacy that made her a little hesitant, but rather an intimacy to it that made her feel as though she was the least qualified person for the job. She had formed strong opinions on the family that were much more subjective than the usual prejudices aimed their way, and even though she had a certain level of respect, it still made things all the more complicated.
It was only the reminder that most of the Greyback siblings didn't even know about each other that finally propelled her towards the Leaky, tugging a beanie on over her unruly mop of red hair before disappearing into the night.
She stepped into the pub and was greeted by a chipper Dom Weasley. Jack signalled for a whiskey coke and cast her eyes about - only one woman there seemed to look on edge, was peering back at her to see if she was indeed the woman she was meeting. So Jack crossed to the woman and asked, "Are you Katya?"