Jack had become nothing more than a bystander, watching as the young woman immobilized the flurry if activity in the back of the post office with intrigue. He plucked a large tawny owl from the space near his head and set it gently in the nearest appropriately sized cage for it to reset itself. In all of his own time working with creatures, he wasn't so sure he'd ever seen such a large concentration of owls (aside from the owlry at Hogwarts), as they were typically solitary animals. One would think these were used to having multiple others around at this point however. He was unable to pinpoint the cause of the ruckus and so he let the young woman carry on while he continued to place an owl or two back to safety.

The poor staff seemed to be a little overwhelmed and stuttering, but between the clearly overwhelmed house elf and the other young woman working in the back, something was obviously amiss. "Have you been hurt?" Jack asked instead, taking on his healer's tone; which was far more approachable and inviting than the stern tone of his compatriot.