Hermione Granger was honestly not one to really fuss over matters such as this. As a matter of fact, she never fussed over matters such as this. She sat there on her knees as calmly as possible as she tried to assess the complicated situation currently evolving in their tent. She looked up at the teenagers before her, the pair equally as surprised as she.
But Hermione, as placid as ever, was doing her best to stay calm.
"There's a naked man in our tent". She said this, after spending the last five minutes trying to find the proper words to use without Ron freaking out – and or, beating said naked man senseless. "And by all proper assessments he should have been dead".
"But he's not". Replied Harry Potter as he swallowed and rose to full height, finding something to cover the exposed groin of the naked man; for moments ago the trio had pulled the man from the frozen water, his limbs had obviously been gnawed at by local wildlife before the water had frozen over him completely. "Look, he's breathing". Harry promptly dropped a blanket over the man.
"He won't be breathing for long", mumbled Ron Weasley as he pulled up his sleeves.
"Ron!" hissed Hermione. "It's not his fault he ended up this way. Think about it, he could have been a great warrior lost in time..."
The male groaned and drew a hand to his eyes. Harry and Ron drew their wands suddenly, as the male's eyes opened. He blinked a few times, spying Hermione's face first. "Thank Rassilon it's not Rassilon bringing me back again". He sat up, holding the blanket over his dignity. "What time is this?" He ensured the blanket was kept secure over his lap as he stretched, yawning and feeling his neck pop. "Hmm", a pause as he looked around the simple things this tent had to offer. "Bunk beds, a wireless. Surely not the London Blitz?" he looked at Hermione directly, thinking the other two were not smart enough for his standards.
"No. Not quite, as a matter of fact you're a few decades... late". Hermione exhaled, trying not to look at him. "Ron, see if you have some spare clothes for him, you're about his height and build".
"I'm not giving my clothes to a random naked good-looking stranger!" Ron snapped as Hermione glared at him.
"You better do what she says, Ron. He might be able to help us. Things happen for a reason". Harry said with a nudge of his elbow, and while grumbling, Ron got to his feet and started to search through his things for suitable clothing.
"Right", Harry took a breath as Hermione adjusted her composure and looked away as the elder male dressed following Ron tossing a red flannel shirt and a pair of jeans in his direction. "So um, don't mind us asking but ah... what's your name?"
"My name?" The man grinned as he zipped up his jeans and started to pull on his shirt. "You my dear trio are proud to be in the presence of... The Master".