Ron snorted and turned away from Marcus, though he was a little reluctant to put his back to him - even he wasn't daft enough to start hexing Aurors in front of witnesses, and even Ron had realized that their little reunion was upsetting Susan. It wasn't her fault Flint was a git. He could talk to the thieves later, and it wasn't like he wouldn't be able to track down one of the Falcons' Chasers if he needed to.
"Right," he said, trying to sound as though he were satisfied with the situation. "Well - I'll just have them off to St. Mungo's so we can have a bit of a chat, then." Once they woke up, anyway. He would have liked to stay and help with the mess, but two unconscious perpetrators had to take priority, really. "And once we've had words, someone will be by - tomorrow, probably - to get a better idea of the damage, so we know what these idiots need to pay you. And if you have any trouble, just write, all right?"