They call me Grace

Furrowing his golden brow, Ash took a protective look over his long lost sis. A Hawk tried to turn her into kibbles and bits? Who the hell?

"Who did it? what'd they look like?"

Genuinely curious, the hippie wanted to know who it was, just in case he had to have a talk with the member, but he was well settled in with the other dudes and dudettes, and considering he had made friends with most of em, he though he was in the clear.
It was obvious that his sister wasn't, but considering dudes tended to have their differences, he couldn't really get all that riled up about it.
He just mainly concerned himself with searching her over, and trying to make sure she had not cuts, bruises, or lacerational infections that needed to be tidied up.