"So there aren't many humans around here, is what you mean?" Hermione would almost prefer stumbling into a camp filled with people who looked more or less like Bull; if he were the only one like himself in the immediate vicinity, it would get frightfully easy to stare. She wouldn't want to be rude or have him get the wrong idea.

She's about to ask him a question when something he says jumps out at her. "You mean... these aren't what you would consider the wilds?" Looking around and making sure that no, there are no cars or planes or signs of sentient life in the immediate vicinity, she remarks, "I didn't really take this for much in the way of civilation."