“I… I s-suppose so,” the pony said, slowly recovering and speaking properly to his rescuer. “I can get a hold of some is… Are… those fellows going to be alright?” he asked, gesturing to the window. Shortbeak ducked down as the two of them looked her way. She heard groaning coming from the ground next to her. One of the gang members stirred and was waking up. She quickly kicked him in the face, and back into unconsciousness he went.