"Here," is all he's going to hear, before a bundle of dried leaves get slipped into his palm, the one he was gesturing the rude crew member to hold on a second with seconds ago. He won't see the glare that Hermione throws said crew member, but it's mighty enough.

"Chew it," she clarifies. "It's mint leaves, might help with the nausea. Or at least...uhm. With the aftertaste."