Ignoring strangers while also keeping a close eye on them was another survival skill that had come in handy. She didn't make it obvious that she was watching every move the Muggle made. One never knew just who was a spy and who wasn't. She'd learned that the hard way only days after first running when her path crossed an innocuous-looking child who had been paid to keep track of all of the comings and goings of visitors to their village. Perhaps the little girl was a Muggle-born already given her first taste of what life could be like if she simply fell in line with the Dark Lord's administration. Didn't really matter. Hermione almost didn't make it out of that village.