Sage knew that smile. She pursed her lips, hiding the smile, trying not to make too many assumptions. "Whitby, Sage." She provided easily as she set her bag down beside her and faced him. "What seems to be the problem?" It was hard not to notice that smile on his face. Or those gorgeous blue eyes; Sage was only human after all and a hot-blooded woman at that.

Still, she could be professional. It had never stopped her before, assisting a handsome gentleman. It was a nice perk of the job at the very least. Sage came across a lot of people she wouldn't have otherwise met in her field. Unfortunately they, or somebody the loved, were injured normally, but Mr. MacCoinnich didn't seem to be too hurt right about now. Which was good, it could be quick if he was cooperative. "You must be used to injuries by now, no?" She chuckled slightly, the comment a little off-handed, but in good humor. Auror's were some of her most-frequent fliers to her job, she was no unfamiliar with the sorts of situations they tended to get themselves into.