"Oh--" Remus startled, pausing stiffly where he crouched to reach for another flower-heavy stalk. Less alone than he'd thought he was, then, and he cursed himself a little for the oversight. It was a girl, quite young, with a familiar accent.

We;;, whomever she is, he doesn't have time to feel nostalgic. She's a little too clever for her own good by half, at the very least. Remus reaches out finally to pluck up the flowers, giving her a look of cool rationality He definitely knows what he's doing.

"I'm sure I'll be fine. Aren't you worried about yourself?" He nods toward her hands.