"By.. Death Eaters?" Percy hadn't the earthliest idea. Now that Voldemort was defeated, and most of his followers were either dead, imprisoned, or being hunted down.. He didn't think he had to fear them. He certainly didn't think any of them were capable of such an elaborate scheme.
But he couldn't tell her that without risking more hysterics.
"Maybe," he said, though he couldn't remove the doubt from his voice as he looked around at their tropical surroundings with her. "But wouldn't they have attacked us or something by now? We are defenseless."