Dragon handler, Harry wondered? The pink-haired lady reminded him a bit of Tonks, really, and he smiled more confidently at her as she seemed to take notice of him standing there awkwardly amongst the pretty plants. Even if they had made eye-contact he was still a bit surprised when she spoke to him.

"Harry," he answered quickly. Softer, almost apologetically, "Potter. Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you." He looked away and scrubbed at some of the dirt on his cheek and cleared his throat.

"Who are you? And uhm, do you know where we are? I dunno how I got here." Well, he had an idea, but it seemed weird to mention it aloud so boldly as to ask if they were dead or not.