Flashing Anders a dry sort of look, Hermione huffs, "It's not particularly one of my favorite pastimes, no. But if the 'swordy types' would like to put themselves between me and the danger, I'm hardly in any position to argue with them."

Truth be told, despite everything she's seen and experienced in her short life, she still balks at the idea of actively fighting against demons and other sorts of creatures rather than trying to hide and sneak around her enemies. So willingly walking into the unknown and not having any real research to fall back on feels... well, it feels very un-Hermione.

"At the moment? I'm still breathing. Ask me if I'm all right in the next twenty minutes and we'll see how things are, then." Glancing up at Anders, she considers him carefully before asking, "What about you? Or is running off on some mysterious quest just the norm for you?"