Given how late in the morning it already was, she had been half expecting to see at least one or two ponies up as she pushed into the living area. Instead, she was greeted with the remnants of a Nightmare Night party. The furniture was still in place, and thankfully, nothing was turned over or set askew. The only real mess she could see was parts of various costumes strewn about, accompanied by the faint smell of salt, sweat, and alcohol.