Handy just stood there, waiting for the other shoe to drop. However, the mare continued to quietly read her book, flicking a page over and not minding Handy one bit. There had to be something he was missing. He looked around. The door was locked, the blinds drawn. He wasn't restrained, still had his weapon and armour, and most importantly, nothing was missing from his bags. What the hell was this? Who was this pony?