Cry me a river. You're one of the better looking ponies here.

[Arcee stop. Just stop.

She takes this opportunity to get a good look at him, now that he's plopped down. Yeesh, these legs look terrible. Barely any meat on them. No wonder he can't stand.]

You can call me Arcee. Like I said, I'm trapped here just like you and everyone else. Hope you're a fan of not knowing scrap because it doesn't look like we're gonna get an answer anytime soon, either.