[ The name pings her more than anything else and she smiles, softly, pondering. There are legends in her world, of course, but - it's not possible. Instead, she smiles and shakes her head, fingers slipping away from his carefully. ]

It's nice to meet you, Sir Mordred. I didn't mean to startle you.

[ Glancing back at the darkness, Hermione takes a deep breath. ]

If you'd like. Was there somewhere in particular you were going?