Twilight neatly squared her pile of cue cards back up and stepped back from the podium, taking a seat at the back of the stage next to the mayor. When a new speaker wasn't immediately forthcoming, the crowd began whispering to each other. Let them whisper, Twilight thought. They've already heard from two authority figures that there's nothing to be worried about, and Fancy Pants will have the crowd eating out of his hoof. He always does. At the same time, a nagging doubt was playing through her mind. Would they have been more at ease if she'd explained Van Hoof's constant to them? The equations were pretty simple; even a laymare would understand it if Twilight gave her a bit of a foundation to build on.