She couldn't be sure what time it was. Likely very late. Outside the moon was high in the sky and the unlit hotel room was pitch black. Only her experience skulking around in dark shadows allowed her to keep her calm until her eyes adjusted enough to see in the dark. There was nothing that could be fashioned into a suitable weapon anywhere in the room. That was a lack of foresight Hermione was sure she would remedy if she somehow managed to make it out of the predicament she was in. Maybe there was still hope that the noise she was hearing was an animal seeking shelter from the elements as well.