She looked up at Handy one more time and, with him not so much as acknowledging her, she turned and left, thinking it’d be better to do as he said and leave the matter, at least for now. Still, his accusation stuck with her as she kept walking. And walking, and walking and walking. She apparently didn’t know about ponies, which was rich coming from him. She knew about ponies plenty—they were untrustworthy, dangerous, and looking out for themselves and their own, like she was. Griffon or otherwise, surely they’d do what was in their best interests, right?