It was the same kid from the saloon, and he was irritating the fuck out of the human. He had half a mind to punt the little bastard as he went from stall to stall, idly observing the various wares and doing his best to ignore the runt, hoping he’d go away. No such luck. The ponies he ran into had various reactions. Some were clearly putting on very fake smiles and hoping he’d move on, others were excited to see him, and still others pretty much made some excuse for why their stall wasn’t open when Handy just so happened to walk by. He didn’t mind – he was just killing time and hoping the kid would leave.