He'd been so flustered that he hadn't even truly looked at the woman to see whom it was. It was only when she'd said his name that he looked at her and his heart immediately did that fluttery thing that he had become slightly addicted to, "Nathalie!" His head was rushed with the familiarity of their interactions. They'd been such good friends back at Hogwarts, had seen each other here and there but he'd left her alone once she'd made it clear she was going to marry not-him. That hadn't ended well and perhaps a bit secretly, Finlay had been relieved for it. Just a bit, though. He hadn't wanted his friend to go through such heartbreak.

He reached out to help her up, belatedly realizing he should have wiped his hands on his healer robe first just in case his palms were sweaty. The brief physical contact distracted him enough that her comment about his wand went entirely unregistered. Once she was steady, he released her and ran his hand through his hair. The casualty of his voice felt forced as he said, "So uh.. what, what are you doing here? Did you transfer from St. Mungo's?" He winced inwardly at the hopefulness he heard in his voice.