...Do you really think you're going to be able to wrestle it into a carrier?

( Shealtiel isn't so sure about this idea, but if it means that he's not the one that has to face cat claws, he guesses it's fine. If he has to in the end, he will chase this beast down and capture it. But for now... )

Okay. But if it gets away, you're the one that's going to be in trouble. Come on.

( And, helpfully, Shealtiel decides to be the one to go ask for the carrier. He is the one with a badge after all. He turns and sets it down on the table, swinging the door open and gesturing confidently to it. It's the exact sort of carrier you'd see holding just about any cat. )

Okay, shove it in there. ( Must he. )