Lily is about to correct her with the alias she's been trying to use in the city - oh it's Daisy Williams actually, but I can understand the mistake but honestly, it seems that everyone in the bloody city knows who she is anyway, so it's really just best to give it up as a bad job. (Besides, the fake glasses are long gone - lost in a scuffle with some kind of green lizard thing - and the glamour on her hair's worn off, too, leaving it its natural - and at the moment, immensely tangled and frazzled - red.) She shakes her head, trying to get a hold of the situation.

"I'm all right." There's a scrape along her forehead and a few tears in her clothes, but it's nothing a few minutes in a quiet corner can't fix. She notices the blood on Hermione's cheek, brow furrowing in concern. "You're not hurt, are you? I'm quite good with medical magic, I'd be happy to help - "