Whoever this doctor was, she'd done an adequate job, and Hermione let out a sigh of relief. The wound looked cared for at least, even if it was pretty nasty. "Would you like me to heal that up properly for you?" She offered, still with that small smile on her face. There was a little part of her tempted to let him heal the Muggle way to discourage him from attempting anything so foolish again. But then she felt bad at watching him still being in pain, when she could make it better for him.
"You realise they're probably not Death Eaters," she pointed out, reproachfully. "After all, we're from different points in time, if only slightly, so why can't they be from years in the future? And Rose knows things about me only my family would really know." She put on a bright smile. "So you have been as big a git as you think you've been."