[ Setting aside the faux-pas on the network earlier in the day, which earned her some level of - diplomatically put - apprehension from others, Hermione has no doubt that she'll join.

It's less a matter of if, but when. When she's read up, when she won't be a danger to herself and others. When the quarantine is over and all she can do is figure out how to live.

This Hermione Granger, who may not be the original anymore, but who still feels as real as ever. You can't tell her she's a dream. ]

Captain Baudin. [ Says it with that French pronounciation that's just right, and a respectful nod.

This is before she's being directed to actually look at the scar (and the... there's cleavage, and it is objectively very pretty). Unintentionally, her tongue feels tangled up in a knot and her face hot with a blush. She does, thankfully, hear the words. ]

I wouldn't join because I think I have no choice, Captain. I would because I can't just retire to the countryside while there's suffering going on around me, and I might have a way to make it happen less. I'm not the kind of person who can easily tolerate injustice when it happens.

[ She's the kind of person who rushes at it, fists raised. ]