Without anything else to do, Flurry Heart found herself one of the drone ponies. The ones rushing around the base weren’t meant to substitute for the real thing, so they were easy to spot. There was no stealth with what Forerunner did, even if these were shaped close enough that she might’ve missed them in a crowd. No fur, no cutie mark, no mane. Just plastic. “Forerunner, are we really about to be attacked?”