When the woman doesn't answer, Jay assumes she's close enough to fine, and then he notices the wound closing. Well, that explains why she wasn't more concerned about it. As for her social graces, he wasn't really concerned about them. He wasn't the best socially himself, and his sister had never been any better than this woman was at social skills, either. At the moment, he cares more about survival than having all his questions answered. He glances around.

"I don't see any at the moment, but it's only a matter of time. There's this skeleton dragon thing crashing around in my apartment, which is right over--" Suddenly the window of a nearby apartment, one which happened to be Jay's, was smashed by said skeletal dragon, shards of glass flying everywhere. "--there."