"First off, no, I didn't get them," Xvital growled. "Due to circumstances beyond my control. Second, we're here for certain other reasons." She jerked a thumb at Wind Breaker who was inspecting several of the fake father's bottles of alcohol. "He needs a tracker out so we can get the Mictlan out of this city and away from something nasty and the ponies it's manipulating. Up to and including the Guards." She gave him a pointed look. "And it's after us specifically, so the sooner we're done here, the less likely it is that you'll get caught up in this. Comprendé?"