"5 minutes? That should be fine." Foxtrot replies as he follows in step with the mare. The sounds of the group had diminished to silence, leaving only the ambient sounds of the night. Foxtrot looks over his shoulder to ensure they weren't being tracked. "Hey Tinder, I appreciate the help, but I don't want to drag you into my ugly business. If these ponies show up for me, just walk or run away, or hide. They've gotten rather physical in our past confrontations and I don't want anypony getting hurt because of me."