"Wh--I don't-- She's, uh... Derpy? You can't just --" Ponet tries to deflect, taking a step forward before he stops. I think he just realized that to reach Derpy, he's either got to work through the crowd, or get past me. And he way he keeps looking me over with a confused, disgusted look on his face is telling me he's not a fan of that option either; the nearby families consisting of nobles and upper-class ponies love their gossip, and are already looking over with nosy interest.