She chuckles at your blunder before turning around and opening your door. Fresh air greets you and sunlight makes you squint. Ponies meander the street going about their daily business; a few take a second glance when they see Dash’s characteristic colors. She awkwardly steps outside, trying her best not to feel whatever it was that effected her walking. She looks at you one last time as she arches her back—intentionally spreading her wings in a show-off style stretch, ”Catch ya later Anon!”