Padma was still tense at being spoken to by voices that weren't the familiar everyday one's that she heard—Neville, Michael, at one time Anthony and Lavender. She missed them both, and hated that they weren't near. Her head darted up at the sound of her name, and though the relief flooded through her features, there was a moment where she tensed more first.
"Theo," she said, relief apparent in her voice. "Yes, please," she answered, gesturing her hand to the seat before her. She would feel better in public with someone with her—a grown man who was larger than her, to boot. She didn't think Stebbins would come after her in public, but it made her feel better to not be alone. "How are you?" she asked.