[Manehatten - MoM Hub Elevator]

Sergeant Sprinkles' optical sensors whir slightly as they tilt towards Fox Trot. "So in other words, you ain't got no idea what yer doin' out here, yer just along for the ride. Am I right? Of course I'm right," he mutters, his "eyes" whirring back towards the elevator door. "Don't worry, though. I've seen fresh recruits, much more pathetic whelps than yerself, go on to be badass buckers who wore tattered zebra pelts as trophies in the field." A pause. "I've seen a lot of things in my days..." he mutters in a distant manner.

He then turns slightly, whirring his optics over to Scoops. "Abominations, ya say? What sort? Taint? Mutant? Alicorn? Escaped Ministry experiment of a highly classified nature? Whatever it is, I'm guessin' it has them griffins ya mentioned pinned down. Funny. Seems like they'd just, ya know, fly off." A few of his mechanical limbs flex, as if he's shrugging.