Sobbing. He can hear kids crying. The louder voice is distracting, but Danny has no trouble prioritizing children before what sounds like a grown-up. He gulps a little at 'downstairs', because going further under this mess is the last thing he wants to do, but he only nods at the pink lady.

"S'all right. I'll do it. Stay still, now." He gives her a tentative pat on the shoulder and disengages her hand from his clothes, hasty and shaking. Then, as a second thought, he catches a droplet of her blood on the edge of his ring. He doesn't have time for a real ritual, and he's hardly an expert at blood magic anyway, but it might help.

Hermione's advice is very welcome. He glances back at her, mouths the word and circles around one of the piles of debris, looking for a way to get deeper underneath. When he whispers "r-revelio?" his ring glimmers fitfully, a little confused by what he's asking, but he can feel a pull at the corner of the ring where the Space-Time sigil sits. It's not quite how the spell is meant to work, maybe, but it's something.

Another step brings him to an aperture in the rubble. What's below isn't so much a staircase as a shaft of rickety debris, but there's enough space for him to crawl though, and both the pull and the sound lead him into it.

So, okay. Here goes nothing. He shimmies through the opening and slides carefully down splintered wood slick with ice. "Lookin' for kids, any kids down here? Pink spiky kids. Any kids at all, actually. Grown-ups are all right, too, let's all get out of here in one piece..."

He's babbling, nervous to the point of nausea, but the glow from his ring helps light the way for him a bit.