He was keenly aware of the ponies around him. The city guards were confused, nervous, and wary. The ones wielding the crossbows felt twitchy, and that was always a bad thing to have behind a trigger. The royal guards behind him were a roiling mass of restrained violence and aggression, some tired, most frustrated from the chase and confusion. The two agents ahead were unreadable grey blots on his senses. His eyes were drawn up to the crossbow pegasi. More than anything, he had to make sure none of them shot off by accident, considering they were aiming at him. He needed to give them a reason to relax.