"Yeah," Neville said, almost without thinking, when it was fairly obvious that 'doing all right' was an optimistic point of view. He finally managed to release the vine's grip, and got up quickly, brushing soil off his clothes. "Just.... thinking about things."
He washed his face quickly in the sink and found his own pair of gloves. "Want a hand?" he asked. Maybe if he actually did something useful, for a while...