"Because it is my cabin," she replied evenly as she hoofed into an opening in her frock and pulled out what looked to be a ticket. The number 29B matched that on the door. He wasn't sure whether it was his fever-addled mind, or the blasé way in which the pony reacted to him, but Handy did step aside. The mare walked in, closed the door behind her, flipped the latch, and climbed up onto her seat. She pulled a small book out of the space between the seat and the cabin wall, and placed it on the seat next to her as she sat on her haunches, idly reading it.