"Oh um, I'm Neville, Frank's son, and I uh, recognize you from the future, actually." That had been more than Neville had wanted to share with her this soon, because it would undoubtedly lead to questions he didn't want to answer. "And really, I should have been watching where I was going, sorry." He had the strongest urge to hug her, but he knew he couldn't, but until she knew, because that would be rather awkward to explain without telling her everything. And she wasn't ready for everything, not yet. Heck, Frank didn't even know everything, and Neville spent every day with him. So to keep himself from hugging her, he tucked his hands in his coat pockets and hugged his arms to his sides, like he was cold - which he was, but not that cold.