She turns to look at the injured man and stops cold for a few, long seconds.
Then, back to eminently capable, she kneels next to the sofa (this is slightly harder than it used to be) and unwinds the cloth of bandage and cravat. "Damn you for a bad penny, Severus Snape," she mutters. "What have you managed to have done to you now?"
She glances at the ceiling for a moment, quite ruffled by this arrival and hiding it with stern control, trying to think who -- then, "Mr. Holmes, you will find a telephone number for Victoire Weasley's shop beside the telephone in the kitchen. Do please call and ask Teddy or Victoire to come here immediately."