Hermione glances up, briefly wrong-footed by surprise at being addressed- and then more seriously thrown by the appearance of the man addressing her. It only manifests, however, in an involuntary raise of her eyebrows which she quickly gets under control; Hermione has had a lot of experience with people who aren't strictly human, after all.

"Oh, um- not badly at all," she says, closing over the book and giving him a thoughtful, interested look- the look of a woman running through all the different species she's read about and trying to fit him into one. She's not trying to gawk, but she may be managing it accidentally. "It's a nice place, isn't it? Here in particular, I mean, not..." She waves a hand. Not the kidnapping monster-infested city in general. "Well, I suppose it's a matter of taste." Is she babbling? She may be babbling.