Hermione had never been shy. If anything the war had caused her to lose any modicum of tact she had before. There were too many opportunities that presented themselves daily that would be lost forever if they weren't grabbed. Hermione was certain this was one of them so she felt no shame whatsoever in approaching the lady and demanding to see the work. Besides, she didn't want whatever might have been sketched to end up being used in an unflattering manner.
When the page was presented to her, Hermione released a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. It was just her hands and unless someone were to say who's hands they were no one would know. Well, maybe Ron would know, but most others would not. "If I want to be sure of what?" Hermione asked as she cocked her head tot he side. "It's a good sketch," she continued.