Hermione let the silence linger as she worked through what he'd said. There'd been a plan, clearly. A messy one, from the sound of it. They'd called Cecily, obviously, or they'd never have made it into the building. The fact that she'd sacrificed herself was... something that she would need to consider when she had more mental bandwidth. After a nap, for sure. She let her eyes drop closed, tried to relax her shoulders as much as she could. They needed to get downstairs, soon. Figure out what had happened. Their next steps.