For a second, Percy wondered what she planned on doing, but then she went on about Healer business and reports, and he nodded. He could appreciate thoroughness regarding paperwork, after all.
"I did, actually," he replied, and reached into his robes, pulling out the telescope/weapon. "You may want to be careful with it," he warned, reaching it out to her. "The smell of sulfur is from the smoke. It went off with quite the bang." There was no hint of amusement or appreciation in his voice.
He did what Healer Jones asked, and pulled off his glasses. Now she was just a slightly out-of-focus person standing before him, and he forced himself to sigh when she admitted that she didn't know how to treat the coloration. That was just his luck.
"Oh. All right." He wondered if her trainee had been a Muggle-born. Chances are he or she was. Percy had heard too many similar stories lately.
"Goodness," he said a moment later, when she returned with a large book. "You don't have to read through all that, do you?" He hoped not. It was bad enough he worried about Penny during the day, but being separated during the evening made him even more uneasy. His flat would be where people looked to call on him, though if he wasn't there, he hoped Penny wouldn't open the door.