His mouth quirked upward slightly as he looked back at the thrasher beside him, pondering on how to wake her up. Pull out her IV, the pain from the shock treatment comes back, she wakes up... but squeeze the bag, and she never has a chance to fight back... nice and clean. But it leaves a lot of questions. His hoof scratched at the light stubble of his chin, honestly considering whether or not to just follow through on his General Manager's orders immediately.