Just barely resisting the urge to check his pocket watch, Jack wasn't so sure he had time for this, but he also supposed if people or owls were getting injured back there, he was somewhat qualified to take care of both. His letter wasn't of much import and so he could just go back the hospital to post it, but he would feel guilty leaving here with the place in such shambles.

The appearance of the house elf was a little startling, though Jack wasn't so sure what it was he could do back there, he set the small owl in his hands on a nearby perch to sort itself out. He wasn't so sure what this young woman was going to do back there, but given her rather... unconventional state of hair and attire, he could at least discern she was not some hapless debutante. With a shrug, he gestured for her to lead the way.

This was going to end poorly, he just knew it.