Taking note of the still heavily increased activity over at the medical tent, Cyprus folded his arms.
"I'm gonna' go see what the fuss is about." he spoke, pushing forward from the rail. "Be back in a minute."
Walking at a fairly fast pace over to the tent, he caught notice of two armed agents moving forward to block entry to what appeared to be a civillian being a little adventurous. It didn't matter to him; civvies did it pretty often, and they just had to be pushed back into place.
Pushing open the tent door, he noticed that despite the bustle, no new arrivals were being tended to. He pulled over a nearby medic.
"What's the bustle about? I recognize everyone here, is there a new arrival I haven't seen?"
The medic saluted, before going back to replacing the drip on a nearby patient.
"Sir, we recovered several roamers. One just left, and the other is in the smaller recovery tent just adjacent to us." the medic answered, doing his work perfectly as he spoke. "If you want to check on them, one should be moseying about and the other is still stuck in that tent."
Cyprus nodded, patting the medic on the back to thank him for his assistance. He left the tent and immediately took a right, striding past the guards and civillian, only sparing a quick nod to the closest guard as he was ushered in.