Ethel would simply wait until the situation resolved itself and it was safe to identify and interrogate the poor idiot who had decided to spy on something obviously dangerous and got himself shot. As soon as he proved to be alone Ethel would join the rest in questioning the wounded man once he woke up and of course, join in the time-honored tradition of going through the man's clothes and gear for anything of use.

"S'pose that's what he gets for spying on us, eh?"