Walt was reassured to hear that someone had experience with this, because it was certainly the first time he'd ever had a limb go on a walkabout. This was not the sort of thing that was likely to happen to someone in the Muggle Liaison Office; the biggest hazard he had typically faced in his job prior to this was having a startled Muggle throw something breakable at his head. The magical catastrophes had typically been handled before he'd gotten involved, particularly once he'd been promoted to Head of the Office where he'd primarily been tasked with oversight, paperwork, and getting involved in cases where there were a large number of particularly disgruntled Muggles. He had known, of course, that the nature of his work would change when he ascended to Assistant Head of the Department a few months prior, but he had expected that mostly that would be in the sorts of reports that went by his desk. He'd thought Assistant Head was still primarily an administrative job, and at least in theory, it was.

"That's, ah, complicated," he admitted. He didn't know where to look; he wanted to see what the healer was doing with his arm, but looking where he expected his limb to be and seeing nothing was making him feel decidedly unsettled. He shifted his eyes to the ceiling, instead. "It had been — tampered with, and it was supposed to have been set back to rights." It wasn't his cabinet at all, but rather one his department had mended (ostensibly) and was about to send back into the world. He'd been performing a routine quality check to ensure their work was up to par, and based on the results he had some serious concerns about all of the things he hadn't quality-checked in the past few months. At the very least, he was going to have to look a little closer at this particular employee's work. Hopefully nothing else would see him (or three quarters of him) back in the hospital.