“Look, guys, it's been a long day. Can you just let me pass, because we both know damn well you have to?” Several of the guards looked at each other. At least some of them seemed familiar. Where did he… ah! That was it. The pony with the short muzzle and a distinctive mark under his left eye. He was pretty low on Handy’s personal shit list, but he’d remember anyone he had put on there sooner or later. Now was neither the time nor place to do anything about it, however.