He wasn't sure how to greet Ginny after so long-- a few months for him, but decades for her. Should they hug? Shake hands? Just smile and keep to themselves, as they were doing now? Dean figured it would be too strange to start hugging after she'd already started to speak, so he kept his hands in his pockets.
"I'm good, yeah," he answered. "I mean, it's queer and all, getting sucked here, but it could always be worse." Still, Ginny obviously made it out of the war alright, and from what she'd said on the board, it sounded like he did as well. She certainly wasn't acting like she was talking to a dead person.
"How're you? You look great." And she did. Sure, she was older now, but somehow it suited her.