"What if she's injured?" Sunset interjected, having caught the last half of the conversation, but that was the important part, right? Being gone longer than planned usually wasn't a great sign, or so that was the case from what she saw more often than not, and something as unplanned as a wound or sabotage could really mess with a given timeframe. She ran down every thought she had about the situation, landing on one that seemed the most useful, frowning in concern. "I'll go with whoever runs the patrol, but someone's gotta rock a first aid kit, just in case! Finding her might not be good enough to help her!" Her fluffy tail puffed up even more, smacking one of her small white paws against the ground as if she was driving her point home or something. Or it was just a reaction caused by her direct insistence and frustration at the situation.