"All right." Spitfire looked cool and firm as she sat behind the desk in the borrowed office, facing the other four, including the elderly unicorn mare in a white peaked cap and tunic who'd been on her left at her first appearance. "I'm betting every one of us here has a story to tell. Well, except—" She broke off and peered more closely at the youngest pony present. "Miss Shimmer. It is Sunset Shimmer, isn't it? Maybe you have a story after all."