Hermione knew what it was like to be trapped. Even though Harry, Ron and she were able to move around in the year leading up to the war they had still been trapped. Trapped at Grimmauld, trapped within the confines of the protection spells around the tent, trapped at Shell Cottage, just trapped.
She fought the urge to roll her eyes when the woman mentioned her line of work. Hermione didn't lay stock in matchmaking. Of course, she hadn't spoken to Ron in forever. They were... she didn't know what they were. She didn't even know what they were anymore. Not that she had time right now to worry about a relationship. Her work kept her quite busy. "That's nice," she forced herself to be polite on the issue.