Riley snorted in near-irritation at Rysha's comment but said nothing for or against her statement. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper, writting down his cell phone number and handing it to Marco. A Sargeant was always prepared! "Here...I think Emmet and Tryst would love to meet your...trio again." The urge to say "herd" was great, but he surpressed it. "It was great to meet you."

Emmet stared at Rysha and Riley when they were called in, and his gaze went back to his friend. Emmet was pouting. "I gotsa go." He told Romeo sadly, handing the Riddler back to him. "T-Thanks for letting me p-play." He stuttered out, waving as he slithered back to Riley, tugging on his pant leg. "We can play again, right?" He asked hopefully.

"Sure, Emmet." The military man half smiled down at the snakeling, leaning down to pick him up to carry him towards the car.