[Jail just sits back and lets the kids talk things out until Toki starts crylaughing, at which point she winces, discreetly checks to make sure he's still breathing after he passes out, and stands up with a weary sigh.]

Yeah, kid needs some attention from someone with actual medical experience right now. ...Also, being in an actual bed would probably be a good idea.

[She rolls her shoulders, walks over to Toki, and picks him up with a quiet grunt of effort. Compared to some of the machinery she's had to lug around before, he's probably not that heavy, so she's not likely to have too much trouble carrying him back to the car.]

C'mon, one of you can text Ekkehardt while we're driving.

[For all her casual attitude, her grip on the unconscious kid in her arms is surprisingly careful. She's still not completely sure about what happened today, for all her grim suspicions, but she knows he's been through enough today already.]