After this procedure had been going on for a while, another pony walked into the room. This one was a pinkish color, with a candy-cane striped mane and tail. The marking on her hip was a white cross and hearts, which meant she was probably a nurse. Dale had noticed that many of the ones he’d seen so far had highlights of some sort in their manes and tails, and he wondered why that might be. Those had all been been presumably or provably female, so it might have been a bit of vanity on their part. He vaguely remembered a Larry Niven story where it was in fashion to go around nude with a skin dye-job; perhaps this was what passed for fashion among the ponies. It made sense that the doctors would want to wear coats, since they might get blood in their fur; the only other ponies he’d seen dressed were the guards. Painted-on armor was probably not very effective.