Trak glanced up while she tended to the Bug Catcher, who was starting to come around. "Behave, you two." She stuck out her tongue, and then returned to what she was doing.
The Bug Catcher sat up in a daze, reeking of the stink that the Hypno carried. "...Where am I? Last thing I remember was going out to explore..."
Trak merely nodded to the unconscious Hypno. "This might be the reason." Since the Bug Catcher was unharmed, aside from dirt, a bruise or two, a small scrape, and the memory loss, Trak focused on the Hypno, which had clearly been in one very nasty and bloody fight. "What the hell happened? It looks like someone tried to tear its throat out!" She opened her bag and dug out her first aid kit.
Runaway still stayed a respectable distance away, his brow furrowed.