Just as the wash cycle finished and she began moving the dripping garments to the electric dryers, the door to the street opened for the first time since she entered. The guilty conscience of a woman on the run taught her to immediately examine the new arrival without making it obvious that that was what she was doing. A man, likely eight or ten years older than her, carried a large bag on his back like some kind of disappointing Father Christmas. He sought out a machine only steps from Hermione.