"Just a bit." Saga gave him her best sympathetic smile-- which turned out to be more genuine than she would have liked. "Ordinarily, I'd say falling from a broken beam would lead to a concussion or some broken bones, and I'm impressed that you managed to land on your feet, but falling in Whitechapel shouldn't mean landing in Holyoke."

She folded her arms across her chest, glancing down at the silver bracelet that adorned her left wrist. Only eleven of the charms attached to it were gold, while the rest were still a tarnished silver. "If it's only a matter of traveling, then it's simple enough to get you a plane ticket." An expensive one, but details could come later. "However, if you don't mind me saying, if you can't pinpoint exactly how you got here, the same thing could very well happen again."