"He doesn't like many people," Hermione responds. Sebastian has already told her about the numerous Malfoys who inhabit Baedal, and of his affiliation with one set of them, which is the only reason she's not considerably more worried about this one being at Hellsing- she assumes it's the one he associates with. It's also the only thing which stops her from consciously considering Lucius Malfoy's dislike to be a remarkably positive recommendation- but there's a slightly wry smile on her face nonetheless. "A large majority he doesn't even tolerate."

Ah. Names. Is that what they're exchanging? She's afraid of having her identity spread around- not even for her own sake, but because she's now in the position of keeping Snape's presence here quiet, along with ensuring that Sebastian-not-Harry can keep his head down.

She pauses, and then responds, "Nice to meet you." Except that sounds overly cagey, and she knows she needs connections here, so she extends a hand and braces herself to do some story-telling. "Call me Penelope," she offers.

Which is not quite the same thing as 'I'm called Penelope'.