“Mighty fancy tongue ya got there, fellah. Ya really are lost,” he said before laughing again. He extended a hoof for a shake, which Handy accepted with his free hand. The pony raised an eyebrow at his appendages. “Well, my name’s True Shot, and I know these Badlands like the back of my hoof. Hay, this here’s even my favourite water source out these parts. I just stopped by to fill my stocks before moseying on to Pawstown.”