Ron took a moment to make sure he hadn't broken anything too serious on the way down - not that bones seemed very high on the list of things to worry about, just now. His hands were positively itching for his wand, and then there was the little matter of being surrounded by Death Eaters. It was taking the better part of his focus not to panic. They had Harry - and to think of what these people might do to Hermione -
He stepped up behind her, meaning to check her over; but when he realized they weren't alone, he looked over her shoulder, straining to see in the dim.
"Even stopped by your house. Nice room you've got," he said a little weakly, running his hand along the wall. "- They've been keeping you in this rat hole the whole time?" How long were they going to be stuck here?