The mare put on an obviously forced smile. “Well.It would seem that a resident human wants to get… batty.” She spread her two leathery wings. Her voice was beautiful; a silky contralto with a thick, slavic-sounding accent. The delivery, however, made Daniel’s inner actor cringe. It was stiff and stilted, as if she was reading from cue cards. Her body language was even worse; it was so exaggerated and lackluster that it became laughable. Either this mare wasn’t very good at her job, or she just didn’t give a damn.