His grey eyes flashed with a rage that she had only seen on a few occasions before. The man who smashed the bottle in her tent was once again in her presence. Hermione shifted in her seat, uncomfortable with the thoughts of what the next few moments would bring. She still wasn't sure whether or not she could trust the wizard. For all she knew, the highest ranking members of the Resistance were standing outside waiting for him to drag her out so she could face her punishment. Slipping her hand slowly into her pocket, she readied herself just in case she had to use magic to fight her way out again.