It was big enough that there could have been, and maybe sometimes there were. For a little project like framing in a door, she’d hardly need help, although one of the other construction ponies might have been with her when she built it. It could have been a down time for her—Dale had managed to get enough production contracts that he could coast over a few slow days with cleaning and machine maintenance, but maybe that wasn’t the case for her. Or, maybe it was a weekend. He didn’t know how pony jobs worked; it could have been that the door hadn’t gotten fitted before today because she was busy with other work and could only get to it on her day off.