Once the checkout time for her hotel room arrived, Hermione had nothing else to do but walk. She understood the dangers. Understood and didn't care. It killed time. If she crossed the path of an enemy, she would deal with it when it happened. There was no sense in staying permanently cooped up inside a hole just counting her breaths. A person would go completely mad if they tried to sustain that sort of existence for too long. Logically, her best bet for not getting caught was to find an abandoned building or home and not leave it until absolutely necessary. During the harsh winter months, she had no issues with hiding indoors. With the milder weather, it seemed a sin to waste the opportunity to enjoy the sunshine.