She smelled Dr. Born about the same time she got close enough to see what she was doing. Lots of antiseptic and alcohol, but also the stench of a pony who had gone too long without a shower. Her mane was still pulled back, but it’d gone ratty and frayed. She was surrounded with the equipment of biology and genetics—gene sequencers and flat plastic disks in the incubator. Strange machines that would sometimes begin to spin rapidly, like they were trying to take off and fly away. Also, little ovens, and dozens of different computer screens.