The ponies did a lot of nervous moving about. The earth pony walked back and forth in front of the door, muttering angrily. The unicorn sketched things on a sheet of parchment on the other side of the room (spell equations?). The pegasus walked around and around the millstone, glancing at Catskill every now and then. And the gunmare… The gunmare actually didn’t move. She just stared and stared and stared, barely even blinking. If Catskill had felt less torpid, she probably would’ve stared back.