It was the white pegasus that replied first after spending nearly a full thirty seconds looking straight at Handy’s eyes. Which he couldn’t see – kinda hard to stare down a guy with a full helm, bro. “We hope you don’t mind, but we’ve been traveling a long time, and we merely wished to sit to rest our legs,” he answered, still stone-faced. Handy slowly turned his head to look around. There was literally nobody else in the carriage. Hell, he was still sure most ponies were still asleep. Ivorybeak certainly was, the layabout. He turned his head back to the ponies before him.