"Yeah, couldn't be helped though," Mick responded with a shrug, "We can both get clean up back at the station. I'll need to get a witness statement from you anyway."
"Yeah, but if I'd just said it was a wild animal attack, they'd assume bear, wolf, or cougar, which wouldn't much help them find the beast in question. In any case, this is Mysteria dispatch, they're used to weird. Maybe not killer unicorn weird, but still, in case you haven't noticed, weird is pretty much normal around here." He nodded wearily in response to Hank's comment about his quick action. In truth, for a moment there, with his hands pressed to the massive wound, he'd flashed back to Iraq. It struck him then, Hank had used the term Dispatch, not Command, "You in emergency services, Hank?"
He couldn't help but chuckle. How much trouble could a bird cause anyway? "On a scale of one to ten, one being say, a kid with a kleptomania problem, ten being a killer unicorn, where would she be?"