She found her mind drifting as they walked, relieved that, if nothing else, Lightning Dust was giving her a chance to think. Someone wants to take me away from Lightning Dust. Someone who knows more about humans than any other ponies. Not quite enough to understand the difference between a stun pistol and something more lethal, but enough to at least recognize a firearm when he saw one. The ponies with him were dressed like Solar Guards. Exactly like the pictures of them she'd seen in her book, in fact. How much did the natives actually know about her?