Half a minute passes before she finally does so. When she’s back on all fours, you jab a finger into her chest. The action’s made a bit awkward by the fact her chest is only a bit higher than your waist. “Now calm down. I’ve already seen enough of you to form an opinion, and none of it leads me to believe you’re a monster. Twilight’s fucking friendship magic or whatever the hell it was must have worked, because you’re plenty friendly. That’s good enough for me.”