Foxtrot leans back on the sofa with a light chuckle, "Nah, nothing like that." His smile fades as he looks around the room, "I don't really know exactly. They were speaking Saddle Arabian, and if that's the case..." The unicorn remains silent, looking at the floor for quite some time. When he speaks again, his tone is more somber, "I've done some bad things Tinder, hurt those who didn't deserve it. Unfortunately some of those who are chasing me aren't bad guys, just... trying to get their own justice." Foxtrot looks back to the mare, "If it's alright with you, I'm gonna call it a nite."