Luna felt woozy and blinked slowly, but she tried to concentrate on the girl. "Emma Dobbs," she repeated to commit it to memory. "Nice to meet you," she lilted. "I'm Luna Lovegood."
"I suppose an attack on the Ministry was bound to happen eventually." Luna frowned, both at the pain and at the situation around them. "I think a young lady was injured rather badly from the first explosion, I hope she'll be okay." Emma was right; the damage extended further than the Atrium, the effects were bound to ripple out throughout the country. A light laugh bubbled from her lips at the mental image of a ripple extending out of the building, like material being shaken out or waves in water, and she swayed on her feet. "Sorry," she said, aware enough, at least, that she was acting strangely.
As Luna slumped against the wall, she loosened her grip on Emma and slid down to the ground, grateful to be somewhat out of the chaos. "I think I'd better sit." Her pain had dulled now, and she tried to take more shallow breaths. She reached up to touch her head, her hand coming back with fingers dotted with blood. "Oh, dear," she murmured.