The maid showed Trixie to a couch before leaving her alone. Trixie shifted around in the seat, trying to get into a position which was both comfortable and flattering. Her chest still hurt from being tackled and pummeled by the Royal Guards, and she didn’t want to show her stained shoes if she could avoid it, so she finally settled on folding her forelegs under her barrel and tucking her hind legs against her side, with her hooves down. If she had to, she could get back up pretty quickly. That was an advantage from years of live shows, sometimes in front of hostile audiences—like Ponyville. A mare’s got to know when to run, because an audience could turn quickly.