Hermione could feel the eyes of the other woman on her. One didn't spend almost an entire year on the run without knowing when someone was paying a little too much attention to your presence. Glancing up slightly she noticed the woman had a pencil in her hand that seemed to move in a variety of directions. That meant she wasn't writing so much as likely doodling. Deciding that there couldn't be that much to it, Hermione continued reading.
However, the feeling of eyes continually on her made Hermione more paranoid than she'd been in quite awhile. Finally, she closed her book and watched the young woman until she looked up again. "May I help you?" she asked once eye contact was reestablished.