Tinker felt there was something very off about this pony, but he couldn’t put his hoof on it. Something about the eyes, and the way they looked at him. He felt the fur along his withers raise, a subconscious feeling that something wasn't right here. He wanted to avoid the eyes, for something about the way he looked at him felt… he didn't know. He just didn't like it. He tapped his hoof in slight agitation.