Rose was very startled to be addressed by name, especially that name. Very few people had ever called her Rosie, but at least that small handful of people were safe, trustworthy. Well, if anyone were trustworthy these days, they would be among that number.
More frightening was that she hadn't noticed him paying attention her, his gaze was too gentle, his voice quiet. She fought back the urge to hide, eyes searching his face for recognition, and then widening when she did. "Neville?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"
She hadn't seen him here before. Maybe she'd just missed him? She'd gone through quite a lot quicker, before, more cautiously too.