There weren't a great many people Hermes would simply abandon everything he was doing and race across town for, but Hestia was one of them. The moment she said she needed him he was toeing into his shoes and searching for his keys. What had happened was inconsequential at this point. If she needed him, he would be there.
The drive hadn't taken long, and he burst into her home, frantic to see that she was okay. "Hestia!" he called out for her. "Where are you?"