“Oh, but of course!” the elderly pony said, chuckling, his light blue eyes twinkling with kindness. Handy noticed that and found it odd, but he couldn’t place why exactly. “Ah figured you young’uns were looking a little lost, and well, I’ll be if I didn’t see nopony try to help you or even ask if you needed a hoof. Why, it seemed as if they were trying to avoid you,” he said, loud enough that it could be overheard. Several ponies shied away at that and averted their gaze. Some held their heads down low a bit. The guard pony from before suddenly found something else to draw his attention. Handy looked back down at the old pony. ‘Impressive.’