Hearing her name, Kurumi's head spun around and it took her a moment to piece it all together. "Mordred? Oh my goodness, hi. It's been a while." Surely they had met now and then at some dragonologist function or another, but it felt like ages since. She too recalled their infamous group from class all those years ago. Professor Williamson William was now a family friend, someone her daughter certainly looked up to as more of an uncle she supposed. Save for the heart eyes. Like mother like daughter, so it seemed. But pleasantries and quips about how much easier Roro was on that leash would have to come later.

Thankfully it seemed as though the Ministry had come prepared for all these additional and inexperienced hands. Kurumi hated thinking it, but she would not compromise her focus on these dragons to save the skin of someone else who...perhaps ought not be here. But they, in the moment she was considering Jessica, came knowing the risks and surely there would be tasks that would be beneficial but not thrust them too much in the immediate danger. "Glad to see you are all set," she winked at the young woman. "I've got more than a spot of dittany on me should something a little more devilish happen."

These were dragons, after all, and the nesting mother was likely to be a true pickle about the whole thing.

Adjusting a bit of her own gear, Kurumi almost did not recognize her name being called and for the briefest of moments thought her father had arrived. She had not been a Ms. Hollingberry for nearly two decades now and if seeing Mordred hadn't brought her back to her school days enough, the department head's address certainly had. Too bad Sierra wasn't here to complete the picture. "It's Mrs. Rasting, actually. But that is a terribly mouthful in a pinch so we can drop the formalities and you can just call me Kurumi."

That went for everyone.

Opening her mouth, she caught herself in a laugh as Mordred spoke again. "Got several dozen in my bag, actually." Some things never changed. "Though some you will not fancy," she added with a sharp jab towards the dragons. Her special and signature recipe on the reserve. She hat laced them each with a potent sleeping draught that ought to help at the very least sedate a full grown dragon and make them more amicable towards transport out of here. "You can count on the both of us," she nodded in confirmation to the department head and a quick glare at Morderd for the additional unnecessary commentary.

Honestly, it had been a joke and Roro had been delighted!

Her violet eyes lifted upwards at the sky as Georgia spoke about the circling dragon. "Oh...that's trouble," she spoke mostly to herself as she began moving into position and following the woman along the path...but not before beckoning Jessica to join her and Mordred. "The most important thing is not to disturb the nest. Once we incapacitate the mother and...father..." Cue an anxious glance up at that suspect. "...we'll move it all together. That will help her acclimate back to the reserve, otherwise she will feel as though she has abandoned her nest and it will cause far too much emotional strain." She quickly pulled the dragon dummy from her bag, which was limp and resembled more a blanket at the moment, and handed it to Jessica. "We use this for training exercises for dragonologist and testing potential foster mothers. We can use it to entice her to at least stand so we can take a better look at the nest...and if there are eggs we need to consider." Hopefully...not yet. The addition of eggs would make this a hundred times trickier.

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Hearing his name, Tof turned around and found his crisp blue eyes focusing on the British Ministry head and two other men he was to be on a team with. He couldn't say that he was surprised, but he would still have rather worked solo. And the one gentleman, the one who had said he was from the Enforcement Division, looked as though he had just had a Hebridean Black take a dump on him. Bureaucracy would do that to you. He wasn't surprised. And then there was the other chap, the self-proclaimed Jack of All Trades. This was not exactly making for a dream team and while Tof knew his way around dragons and handling them, he was not the best at taking lead in a team situation.

Because he tended to just act on impulse and instinct. That did not translate well to others so much.

Attack was not exactly the word he would have chosen in this instance and his brow arched at the woman. He thought not.

But with their target's attention solely on it's seal snack and likely to go back for thirds and fourths after it finished with the one currently in its talons, perhaps they could use that to their advantage. "Anyone feeling particularly proficient in daydream charms?" he asked while swiping at the tip of his nose with his thumb. "If we can get that one to think it's chasing more seals...may just be able to lure it into a cage without much fuss."

His shoulders flinched and wand twirled in his fingers when his peripheral vision caught another dragon flying in their direction, the heat from the flames traveled over the distance and was hot against the back of his neck.

"...than again...maybe not...that one's being territorial."