Her eyes narrowed as she watched the earth pony and pegasus take up seats at one end of the bar. A strange pair. The pegasus seemed to be some sort of mareservant, for some reason, and her wings looked stiff. The earth pony walked with a stride that reminded Bitterroot of businessmares: “don’t mess with me” given locomotive form. And too proud to know when acquiescence could solve a lot of problems. Probably a control freak.