Impala just sighed at the exhausting pink pony, her mood leveling out somewhere around the same annoyance she had whenever Sam spilled his coffee all over her upholstery back when she had been a car. Pinkie certainly seemed just as sickly sweet, and even stickier as the accursed black fluid. 'As much as I hate to admit it. I need help finding my way around this town. My top priority is to find a place to sleep and maybe a library or something that can tell about this world so I don't get anymore surprises. I just hope I can keep my sanity that long.'