Not that he doesn't get where she's coming from. The bears looking like they're giving the whole situation another second's thought, but they're not backing down. One of them roars, shaking out its furry head, teeth bared.

"Nah. Whatever you did pissed them off royal. You can fight or run, but they're not gonna leave this alone." Hermione was given another side-glance. "Getting out of their territory's the only way out without fighting them. Your call."

A little tender-hearted, considering the next poor asshole to wander through this neck of the woods would probably get the brunt of the animal's rage. But you live in the woods, you deal with bears. This girl didn't look as though she'd signed up for any of that.