“Tolerably,” Gwenaëlle says, her critical gaze softening (slightly) when Hermione draws her attention back. “Better than what the sort of scum you find at these things deserves, certainly.”

If anything, she thinks her language represents marked restraint due to not being actual violence.

It is at this point that the shadows nearest her in this dream begin to lengthen. Now, that doesn’t sound like accepting the premise of this happy dream at all.