Onwards!

[sharpwit]

 Sharp nearly burst out laughing upon seeing Primeval's clumsy wink, but managed to keep a poker face as the apparent commander stared him down. After a while, he seemed satisfied with his inspection of the Inspector, and gave him a serious look in the eye. "Well? You're the ones in a hurry, shall we be off?" he barked, perhaps with a little too much force. With a furtive look at his subordinates, he turned sharply and began to march out the alley.
Sharp gave a meaningful look to the blank piece of wall behind him before following the leader of the agents, Primeval (and he assumed Riptide) trailing behind him. Lastly, the two subordinate agents, each shrugging to the other, followed suit.
As the group moved through the streets of Canterlot, Sharp couldn't help but feel the awkwardness of the situation begin to permeate the atmosphere around him. Hmmm... What would the Doctor do? he asked himself. A grin began to spread across his face as he trotted along side the leader of the agents.
"So, has Torchwhoof been good as of late?" he asked amiably. "Couldn't help but notice that you seem a little short-staffed... See, when WE last visited Earth- that feels like ages ago, by the Sisters- you lot had at least three times as many agents in each unit! Course, I assume you're cutting down on street presence, what with the wedding and all. You like weddings?" The former Inspector didn't even bother waiting for the stallion to answer before continuing to ramble. "Me, I hate weddings. Can't stand the idea of paying for a bunch of ponies I barely know to eat cake and drink champagne for one day, then never hear back. Sounds like the kind of thing my family would do. You have family near here?"
And what, pray tell, are you doing? the Dark Voice asked in a half amused, half annoyed tone.
When competent, act incompetent, Sharp replied smugly. 

A short exchange

[multaekappae]

 Cain twiddled his fingers and winced. "Grif... she is not normally like that. Miss Swiftwing is simply feeling a great deal of stress."

"Yeah, I get that," The unicorn snapped. "I'm just tired of being the one everypony... and griffon feels 'safe' venting at."

The Diamond Dog's ears lowered. He glanced at the blue pony. "Should we, ah, go after gryphon Ako?"