She’s kinda out of it

Shivering despite the warmth of the steamy room, Hermione babbles aloud to herself, “Wawasa-? Howdidi-? Weredidicomfruh-? H-hu-hu-he-? Imgoncrasy, hhhh-?!” She clutched her arms around herself and huddles on the floor, stammering gibberish to no-one in particular. Her eyes dart around the room, as if searching for her tormentor, but even not seeing it is terrifying.