He was distracted by a warm bump against his hip and looked down. The yellow one had stealthily approached while he was distracted and was staring at him intently. Her teal eyes held a deep compassionate look, and he smiled awkwardly. These ponies had no sense of personal boundaries—although it made a weird sort of sense. If they’d advanced to a point where they were comfortable crossing the vast reaches of space, they’d have to have a large percentage of their society which was willing to be in very close personal contact with relative strangers. 