Draco had been spending almost all of his time in the ruins, popping out just briefly enough to snag himself something to eat when he didn't think anyone was around. Nothing if not a quick study, he had learned very quickly not to stray too far down lest he accidentally lose the lunch he'd so painstakingly found himself.

He was nervewracked by then, jumpy and watching his back at every turn. He still hadn't found a weapon yet. But he's lingering near the main opening to the door, deciding that if he's going to just hang around, he may as well know who's coming by.