What would we do in America? He looked into her big blue eyes and considered her presence. If the situation were reversed, it wouldn't take too long before the alien met with the Vice President, or maybe even the President.  Such a meeting would be a huge political coup, even if the pair couldn’t communicate, and Dale was surprised at the lack of photographers.  Maybe they’ll be along later. The bat-winged pony was clearly her guard; every time Dale had looked his way, the pony's eyes had been locked on him, doubtlessly watching in case he were to try something stupid.