The leader continued his monologuing once the enthusiasm from his troop had died down to a low murmur. "We are not going to fall at the final hurdle here, no mistakes lads! We need to process this Mudblood filth, get her back to HQ so we can reap the rewards of our good work. So we will use every measure available to us, no cock-ups we need to get this stain to wizard-kind searched and maximally restrained a.s.a.p".