The mare finally looked up. Her eyes were still a little glazed, but she was recovering. She’d been shocked by Olivia’s behavior, but not as much as other ponies. She had killed before too, after all. With her own hooves. And it hadn’t been in self-defense either. “Wanted… to talk to the mayor,” she whispered. “Forerunner said it was him.” She trailed off, the rest of her explanation silenced as Olivia’s translation necklace started squawking.