Before she turned, she knew it was Neville in her pub. Neville! Her Neville! Was here! She giggled lightly and said, her back still to him, "I'm sure you'll get used to it," her shoulders shook with her laughter and pure joy. Before he could answer, though, she turned and ran to the end of the bar, her face hidden in her bushy hair, and then came out in front of it to run toward and fairly well tackle him. "Neville! WHAT are you doing here?!" She asked her arms tight around him.