Two years in another time and place, spending his time breaking a Vulcan's arm repeatedly (and with the intention of mending it), has taught him to heal fractures. However, he doesn't immediately draw his wand to do so. Not only is Steph watching (old fears die hard), but he seems to recall Burbage's CiD recording up until he Apparated.

Protect his own somewhat thinly-veiled identity (and ease his own discomfort, because he is certain at least one person is watching who he would much rather wasn't) or heal those broken fingers? Interesting conundrum. He glances down at the woman between them and is immediately distracted by the message she is so clearly trying to stare into him.

Ah. No wonder she's being unnaturally quiet.

With an expression suggesting he's rather put-upon by this whole affair, he glances around for the CiD, then resignedly produces his wand from his sleeve. For a moment - just the space of a heartbeat - he considers Stunning her. It doesn't come, however. Instead, a muttered, "Finite Incantatem."

And he turns his attention back to the other woman before his old colleague can start shrieking. In an almost conversational tone, he asks suddenly, "Your name?"