“My name is Handy, milady, of Milesia. A human quite far from home, you understand,” Handy said, smiling softly, making sure to keep his canines covered. He would rather not unnerve the pony, but considering this was a dog town, perhaps the ponies here were made of sterner stuff? He would have to see about that sometime. The ruby-coloured and rotund earth pony smiled back, her yellow mane raised in a ridiculous-looking do.