His response only raises more questions, and Hermione does her best not to look thoroughly frustrated. Rather than ask after who "we" are or what the "Rifts" are, she tries to be proactive, at least for now. Otherwise, she might just end up overloading her brain with more than she can properly handle and end up panicking.

"The Inquisition?" she asks. "I-... that doesn't sound particularly... friendly." Granted, the only other famous Inquisition she can think of off the top of her head hadn't been particularly friendly, and she can't judge based on that. After all, this person - whose name she doesn't know, she just realizes - certainly seems friendly enough, and he's part of this so-called Inquisition.

"Sorry, I'm Hermione, by the way. Hermione Granger. Thank you. For helping me. And for not shooting any of the birds."