He tried not to frown; a part of him suddenly was frustrated if she had been out--but then logic told him that with that stupid bracelet she'd been wearing she could not have gotten nearly far enough and he still needed to be exactly where he'd been.
Slowly dropping his hand he felt his jaw tense and swallowed hard. He had thought he was in Azkaban, a real prison. The random basement of some Inner Circle douche-bag? His faith in freedom left for a moment before he pulled it right back, at least to save face for Ver. She needed some sort of hope in her life, even if it was shit hope. "I'm glad you're down here then. And I don't need anything, I'm alright. Really." For now at least. For now.