Gwenog was pleased that she and Lynch had managed to solve the puzzle but now they had to do the actual finding Finnigan bit she was forced to put on things slightly more formal than jogging bottoms and a comfy sweatshirt. She carefully wriggled herself into combat trousers and a thin jumper, her usual leather jacket and grudgingly slipped her feet into trainers rather than her usual boots. Even the small heels on those would get her frowned at by the healers if they knew she was wearing them. Mostly she'd been going around barefoot. At least she'd dealt with her hair already.
She grabbed the cane she'd been provided with by the healers and pocketed her muggle and magical wallets, carefully lifted her bad leg and spun gracefully on the spot, appearing moments later a ten minute walk from the zoo. Or it would usually be a ten minute walk. She wasn't allowed to stride at present, healing or no healing.
By the time she reached the gate she could see Lynch checking his watch. Not that she was apologising. He'd agreed to team up with her.
"Lynch," she said, nodding once she got within not-yelling distance. Her cane was used more for support than anything, but she could feel how newly-healed her torn ligaments and muscles were and she didn't want to compromise them any more.