The pink nurse was pushing a small cleaning cart, like the kind maids had at hotels. He watched as she pulled a normal-looking broom out of a bracket on the cart, set the handle in her teeth, and made short work of sweeping the wreckage of the girl’s breakfast into a small pile. When she’d finished, she set a dustpan on the floor, choked up on the handle of the broom, and swept the rubbish into the pan. She tugged that across the floor with her teeth, carefully lifting it up and into the trash can, not losing an iota. He’d had beginners in the machine shop that weren’t that efficient at sweeping, and they had hands. They could have learned a lot from watching this pony.