The rush of danger had worn off not too long ago and Catskill was crashing. She tried sleeping, but every time she came close to nodding off, she remembered that there were strange ponies willing to kill her in the room and her unconscious jolted her back awake. The ponies didn’t seem to intent on killing her, though. All of them, bar the gunmare, got wrapped up in a conversation for a while. Catskill didn’t listen. She like to be eavesdropped on, so she didn’t eavesdrop. The gunmare, after laying her arquebus beside the door, sat down in front of Catskill and stared at her. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t even open her mouth. She just tightened her scarf and stared.