Ron made it to the door first, his head bowing to miss the top of the frame. "Have you gone completely mental? What d'you think we're gonna do, Apparate all the way back to London? We don't even know where we are!"
Harry pushed past him quickly and grabbed both of Hermione's wrists, before she could get off a hex. "We're your friends, Hermione. We want to help you. What's so horrible and insensitive about that?"
"I dunno," Ron muttered behind him, "I'm pretty sure she can find some way to make that a bad thing."