Lucky wasn’t sure it had been ponies, but she didn’t say so. The doors did look about the right height, unlike in the station. But Equus had many races living on it, not just ponies. Lucky didn’t like the idea of however many residents had once been here—millions, if the density continued as far as it looked. It was easier to picture other species dying. She didn’t know griffons, or minotaurs. It wouldn’t give her nightmares to think about creatures she’d never met dying, even if it was a tragedy. Ponies, though…