Handy almost rose to that bait. He could have demanded to know where she had placed Crimson, but showing weakness in front of the Queen of the changelings struck him as a terrible idea. "Alas...," Chrysalis continued, frowning slightly as she studied him. "Things did not turn out as desired, and here we are." She looked around. "Wherever we are. What was it you're, ah, little deer friend called it? The Greenwoods? Hmm, I guess as much judging by these trees, never managed to get any changelings into this place. I wonder if the legends are true..."