That was all the pony needed. He didn't have anything in his hooves, didn't have metal boots on like they did. James stared in wonder as he managed to grip the slippery plastic with just one hoof, and settle it comfortably onto his head. His eyes widened as the headset settled onto his ears, and he spoke rapidly. There was a little more delay between his words and the machine-sounding voice in James's ear that was the (flawed) translation.