Handy just stood there briefly, taking in the scene. There was Whirlwind and the pony, Jacques, writhing on the ground amidst the mud and water. There was that utter clown of an earth pony, still wearing that ridiculous fedora and god-awful cloak, and there was... well, he wasn't exactly sure who it was the sorcerer had wrapped up in a magical cocoon, but it wasn't his pet mage. She smelled wrong. That caused him to pause as he considered the implications: the sudden difference in attitude, the evasiveness, and the sudden desire to leave Skymount with him. Probably the biggest sign was her assertiveness in his presence. He had been so willing to believe she got over her slavishness at last that he didn't question the rest. Now here he was with this doppelganger that was suspended in the air by what was undoubtedly one of the Mistress' lackeys. So many goddamn questions...