"No, no, Argus Pyrite," Luna corrected Harry, shaking her head. "He owns a restaurant. He was the one who captured and imprisoned me." There was so much going on, it was hard to keep track of who said what... particularly when the only being she'd had to talk to that wasn't a jailer had been a mouse for several weeks. And in the past few days Griphook, but Barnabas was a better listener.
Speaking of which... "Hello, Griphook," she greeted him cheerfully. "These are my friends, Hermione, Harry, and Ron."
Her brain caught up with something Harry had said at that moment, and she turned to look at him, her eyes widening in alarm. "Did you say... My house? What about... Is Daddy all right?" Ignoring what was probably the more important issue of getting out, at least to the others, Luna stepped forward, wringing her hands together. "Did anything happen to Daddy?"