Fletcher stared in shock at the going woman, eyes widened and his jaw almost slack and he listened to her explanation. It took every ounce of self control he had not to roll his eyes or rub his temples. The latter was quite tempting though as he'd already felt the hint of a headache coming on and was now quite certain it would be a full blown one by the end of the conversation.

"Miss Scrimgeour," He started, trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible, "This is a hospital. A sterile and clean place. Somewhere any creature certainly shouldn't be. Not to mention this is not a wing that deals with creatures."

He shook his head slightly as he liked back to his files before motioning towards the doorway out of the wing with a hand. "Take it back where it belongs," He said without bothering to look up again.