“So fuck that.” Sarah’s mind raced. She’d been in tougher spots than this before. God, she’d made her way up to the Pioneering Society’s damn space station and back again without getting caught. She could get them out of this somehow. What do we have? A shop with cloth walls, two ponies who don’t know how to fight. A dozen attackers and lots of other people who aren’t getting involved. A few food bars, and two vials of liquid money.