"I'll admit," she rounded on the voice, her weapons clacking against the ground as the blades descended on her hooves with force in her shock as she adopted a battle ready stance. There, from behind a small archway, strode a tall, dark figure, carrying something under a heavy leather cover. "I would have thought I had my work cut out for me trying to get one of you on your own. Maybe even had to scrap the idea altogether and go for something else if all of you held up in that barracks till morning. I do not suppose you ponies have heard that saying about the cat and curiosity, have you?"