There. They were easier to spot for an experienced scout, projecting their emotions just a little too much, a little too insincere to be genuine and a little too forced to be a proper mimic of an ordinary pony who seemed to be ‘trying’ to hide their emotions. She spent an hour flyover the city, mentally checking off the locations and local landmarks of potential suspects, remembering their unique flavour yet maintaining her distance so they would not suspect her when she got close enough for a whiff.