Harry's eyebrows went up, and he turned, facing her squarely, but still with space in the hallways between him and the farther wall.
"Oh, well, I wouldn't want to keep you."
Her movements made his brow knit however. "Ah... are you okay?" His tone held concern now. She reminded him, in an odd way, of Tonks, and a surge of loss and old sadness slipped through him.