Blinking wildly, Anon stood up, glancing around. A few ponies walked by, seemingly unphased or uncaring for the spectacle that had just occurred before him. Shrugging it off, he eyed the collar in his grasp. He had no clue what it did, but Bezou seemed to have made it very clear that he shouldn’t put it around his neck. Tapping his foot against the ground, trying to piece together what had just happened, he surrendered his curiosity and began to head out.