From the noises behind her she could tell that leashes had been added to the central hub of chains at her waist and presumably matching snare poles had captured her bound leg stumps. "Excellent..." the head snatcher took a pause mid-sentence, relishing the sight of the strain he could see in his captive’s eyes trussed up like an American-style Thanksgiving Float bobbing in the air now tethered to long poles. "We can’t take any risks about what Ms Mudblood here, might see or hear on our trip". He pulled the top of a modified gimp mask over his hostage’s eyes and ears, stealing away Hermione’s sight and hearing, happily robbing her of the remaining shreds of human dignity. The mask had the added benefit of leaving the captive completely nondescript, her bald head and trussed up body ensured in the unlikely event that the snatcher battalion encountered a third party their prisoner was completely obscured and unswervingly bound. With consummate military precision the group departed, leaving the remains of the muggle family to the elements.