Weren't most people ambivalent toward Pansy? Weary and unsure of her due to her mood swings and inability to just be...normal. Pansy held herself as she did because that is what people expected; a shrill, cloying young girl who despised mudbloods and cuddled up to the socially up and coming. It was how her mother had brought her up to be and Pansy had yet to break free from the exceptions of others, she wasn't sure she ever would/
The complement made her grin, eyes lighting up a little as she settled into the notion of Draco actually wanting to talk to her. Pansy had always kind of wished he would suddenly realise how in love with her he was, and she still deluded herself into thinking he one day would. That he would realise that she was perfect for him. "I didn't think I would bump into anyone what with everything going on, everyone seems content to complain about how they're not allowed out due to it all."
"How is your father?" Pansy asked, concern shining in her eyes. Now she had Draco to talk to she was unwilling to let him go, to allow the silence back in and thoughts which would come with it.