"Okay, so… just go over this one more time please." Whenever he could get a hold of her, Handy would occasionally visit Crimson. He had several reasons of course, the first being to see if she was doing a good job with the alchemist guild. Considering it wasn't a smoking crater in the ground and the finances were at least partially in the black, he'd say she was doing well enough. The alchemists seemed less crazy at least. And again, just to be sure, he would check to ensure she was not growing fangs. Contrary to what he'd initially thought, ponies did in fact have canines, but thankfully the blood-red pony didn't seem to give any indication of going through whatever had made him… well, him.