"It does," Queenie looked away towards the clock for a moment then began to stand, "I've rarely met people who can keep me out. But I digress," she pulled her jacket closer and smiled down at where Hermione was still sitting calmly. "It wasn't a demand, anyways. He just wanted to offer. I'll let him know you said it wasn't possible right now. But a word of caution, because I kind of like you; he knows your name isn't Sasha Romanoff, and he knows you're not Lena Dubinski. So in a show of good faith, you should give me your real name, and do your best to stay put so we can find you again. Might need to scoop you up for an emergency here and there, you know?"