[Yeah, those same questions are going through Holly's mind as well. And she's also questioning why this pony would stop her to admit such a thing about himself anyway. The doe cringes away from him a bit, her brown eyes scanning him up and down as she tries to make sense of this encounter (and if she should even bother with him).]
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...May I help you, sir?
[That's Holly, polite even when she's dreaming.]