[The light is somehow more alarming than it really ought to be, and a flare of panic makes retreat a very appealing option. But running meant there would be no answers. It also meant playing directly into their hands. He swallows hard before stepping more directly into the light from Draco's wand, stopping only long enough to brush some uncombed hair out of his unswollen eye as he strains to get a better look at the source of the light.] I think "who" is a bit less important than where "out there" happens to be.
[Action, because Neville totally KNEW there'd be some Slytherins.]