At that moment, the robo-nurse released him. Deadlight glanced down at his leg, which had a little band-aid covering the tiny incision it had made to draw blood. Otherwise, he looked unharmed. “They might,” he said. “If you had me there. And if you had something to offer. Ponies south of the border… they have it harder than the ones in Equestria. Not as safe, not as willing to just do things because they’re the right things to do. But if you had supplies to trade, maybe they’d be willing.”