Foxtrot steps over to Tinder, picking her up from the ground. "Thanks Tinder, you saved my ass." Not responding to the Director's words, he nods to her hoofcuffs before trudging over to Broadshield, "Cuff him, he's done." Heading over to the pegasi, the agent plucks out his blue bandages, "Don't worry, you'll make it." As he sits him up, Foxtrot begins to apply the wraps, "Thanks for not hitting me this time." the unicorn chuckles.