The pony's ear twitched and it glanced over in Handy's general direction, its eyes looking back and forth along the wall before he turned his attention back to the tunnel. Handy nearly had a heart attack as he was part way climbing over the crates. The stallion had been looking straight at him and didn't seem to see anything. His forehead had hurt as the pony had looked over. Handy's eyes had locked with his in the manner of a thief caught red-handed, and the pony just looked about and went back to his business as if he had seen nothing. What even in the hell, it wasn't that dark in this alcove, was it?