"Ah, c'est magnifique!" He turned to his right to regard the new voice that came complete with clapping hooves. A brown stallion with a wide brimmed, black hat was on his rear hooves, leaning against the fence beside Handy, slowly bringing his forehooves together. How in the hell did he get that close without him noticing? Handy looked down at him. He couldn't see his face through the black hat from this position, but between it and the accent, he figured this was the same pony from the fight with Ferix. "Wouldn't you say, mon ami?" he asked, inclining his head towards Handy but still not looking up. Handy raised his eyebrow at him, trying to determine if his stance was intended to mock the biped.