As his eyes dropped almost sickly to his beverage, Hermione frowned a touch. She couldn't even risk giving it to him on the house, she couldn't take a chance with her precious job. "That'll be six pounds." She responded, speaking of muggle money with ease. She did grow up the first 11 years of her life in this world, after all. Getting back into it hadn't been as difficult as she feared.
His question about hiding made her frown, "I looked places smaller, but little towns know everyone. Everyone's name, face, job. They like to talk. Here, London..." Hermione shrugged a touch, dark eyes moving back to the mostly empty room. "It's easy to get lost in London. Just another face in the crowd. No one cares. They hired me without papers, taxes or a real name. So, I took it... Better than..." She paused, frowning as she realized telling Charlie how his brother had become a complete criminal and rotter probably wasn't the information that the concerned, confused man needed to know.
"Never mind. We need a bit of money, so I do what I can. We all do." She confirmed, being more charitable to Ron about his actions here than she'd ever been to his face. Maybe seeing his brother reminded her a bit more of the things that truly mattered. Once her eyes finished looking over the crowd, she took a deep breath in and gazed to his older, handsomely ginger features.
"We can talk, if you want. No one's around that listens or cares. I know how to watch." She'd gotten so accustomed to being on the run for her life that she knew how to pick up the hints and tell-tale signs of something being wrong. Today, nothing was wrong, except for the very confused Charlie standing across from her and the fact she didn't actually know if she could trust him or not. She hoped she could. It'd shatter her heart if she couldn't.