She led him to the wall opposite the showers. This was clearly a vanity—there was a large mirror in the center, and the top was littered with a variety of brushes and combs, many of them with an oversized strap that probably looped around a hoof. Off to one side were a small assortment of files and picks. She selected a file, lifted a hoof, then looked at Dale’s hands and feet and put the file back. She pointed vaguely to a collection of small tubes and bottles and brushes, taking the top off one of them and eyeing the contents, before pointing to her face.