Neville relaxed a bit when he saw it was only Luna. Things had been weird between them lately to say the least, but he didn't have to be on his guard around her, at least. "Somewhere in between, I think," he sighed, standing up with a groan at the crick in his back, and wiping a hand across his forehead, leaving a streak of dirt. "It's really not ideal. But then nothing is. You okay? It's good to see you out of the shop."