No, it's not your fault.

[He shakes his head and then readjusted the basket they've got. The little shrimpies are swimming around happily and not eating glass in it so all's well so far.]

Those guys could have jumped anyone with what they had on them.

[Zack recalls magic inhibitors. And shock lances. Like what the hell.]

Just turns out I still don't like the idea of my best friend being held hostage against his will.