“Okay. Okay.” Oh god, an American. A yellow and brown-ish mare walked in. Her cutie mark is obscured by her work uniform, which is a simple white dress suit. “Let’s see, yep. Unicorn with magical blockage…” A stern and very American voice. It feels weird, but her voice is overly American, if you can catch my drift. “Acupuncture? I really need to tell the twins I’m not an Acupuncture mare! We need more staff members…” She laments about her job before setting the clipboard down. “Alright. Just so you know, you’re going to be my third patient for acupuncture.”