And that was her cue to do whatever she could to advance her colony’s interests, even if it was only in one pony city. To that end, she took advantage of her separation from the group to lose herself in the streets of Blackport, going through one alleyway and shifting into an earth pony, and another, and becoming a pegasus to throw off any potential pursuers or ‘friends’ of Jacques that might be keeping an eye on them. She took flight and, to take stock of her surroundings, gave a quick fly over. It really was a large city, with rolling hills and farmlands surrounding it, its harbours pregnant with merchant shipping with more vessels sailing upon the ocean beyond the embrace of the harbour walls. Trains went to and fro from the busy station, heading north and south.