Long Arm followed close behind. Most of the crowd started to disperse, but a few trailed behind as well, close enough to listen. "She looks just like her," he said, a little awed. "Forgive us if ponies seem a little... flustered. Your sister looks exactly like... a friend we've recently lost. She grew up here in town, so... Celestia, she looks exactly like Dew did, when she was small. There's not a water droplet hiding under those saddlebags, is there?"