But somehow, taking in those inputs did not let her predict his actual output. Often enough, she couldn’t even understand what made him get emotional, either. How come he was so happy and bubbly last night, but restrained and subdued for Tuesday’s club crawl? Well, until he got completely hammered, at least. But what VIP would have accepted Eb’s offer to venture into the batpony Rookery, just for a place to train? Honour had gone along with it, and to be fair, Her Majesty Princess Luna had asked for something like this, but his easygoing attitude had still surprised the corporal. For someone so meticulous and whose work involved such accuracy, how could he throw himself into the unknown like that?