A few of the braver souls she encountered in her journey to the Ministry's Intelligence Division offered her a nod and a warm greeting. Hermione was polite with her nods of acknowledgment, but didn't allow anyone to engage her in a conversation. She was already feeling out of sorts as it was. Slipping into the role that she'd played for so many years as the formidable and terrible Madam Dolohov was a bit beyond her capabilities in the moment. She was out of practice. Besides, it was difficult to portray someone who had no fear when she was certain that everyone within a one kilometer radius could hear her heart frantically beating against her chest.