Frank looked up, expecting another Healer, and was suprised to see a young man in Muggle clothes looking pale and anxious. He was vaguely familiar, too, though it took Frank a couple seconds to realise where he'd seen him before. He frowned, and mentally took stock of his wand's position halfway up his sleeve while gently squeezing Alice's hand for reassurance. "Hello," he said, too tired to mask the harsh sound of suspicion in his voice. He did his best to stay calm; lots of innocent bystanders had been injured that night, after all. "It's Trevor, isn't it? You all right? You lost?"