Deep down Dean knew she was right. If this was really was the same woman who done such horrible things to Penelope, to Ron, to maybe Harry and every one else, who had just killed Mrs. Finnigan...then she could really hurt him too. Kill him. Worse.
He was afraid. there was no getting around that. But there was no way he was giving in without a fight either. He remained silent, glaring up and her and forcing himself not to shiver in his cold wet clothes. He wasn't going to volunteer a word. He had to figure out a way out of this first.