She turned off the machine and turned to look at each and every one of her friends. Rarity was still passed out on the floor and Fluttershy was looking after her with sad eyes, her face still flushed. Applejack looked worn and beaten down. Not in the good, it's been a long day's work kind of worn down, but the haunted kind of worn down where you've seen things you didn't want to see. The kind that takes the sparkle right out of a pony's eyes.