The sarcastic quip of a reply to his question, had Jack quirking an eyebrow, but he was more concerned about the owl that had been flying in his direction, as it fell its momentum slowed to the point where it was no longer going forward and instead toward the floor. He dove for it, catching the small screech owl in his cupped hands before it hit the floor. Jack's job now may have been to heal injuries caused by creatures, but he had studied them extensively in his youth and he hated to see them harmed for any reason.

"You should be more careful," he admonished lightly, as he set the small owl to rights gently. "They are easily overcome and freeze." The dazed little creature in his hands was evidence for the fact and he cradled it gently against his chest for a moment as he heard another shout from the back of the shop. Perhaps he ought to step back there and see what was going on. There was a relatively new shop assistant if he remembered correctly and if the owls were all out of sorts, they might be a little overwhelmed back there.

Jack pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to the young woman, "You should keep a little pressure on that."