>However, another filly rolls up on scene on a big wheel as the others start cordoning off the fort with duct tape.  
>Her mirroredd aviators take in the distressed look of all the other fillies before she hops off and pulls up a small brief case that she was sitting on.  
>You amble over to her as she strolls up with the handle of her case in her mouth.  
“It was horrible…” you manage out through you waning adrenaline rush.  
>She turns her gaze to you but you can’t make out what she might be thinking through her shades.  
“Somepo-”  
>You stop as one of her eyebrows become visible over a lense.  
“Sorry.”  
>She motions for you to get on with it.