[ Marty sees that. For a second, there's a flicker in her eyes that screams...something bad. But the next time he blinks, it's gone. It's probably a trick of his head, or something. What did he do that would cause anything like that? And this isn't the first time he's seen weird stuff. Not since he met up with those group of people.

Instead, he focuses on what she's saying about his band. Especially the broken leg part. That at least makes him smile. ]

Yeah, least I could ride around in a wheelchair. [ He shrugs. ] The doc said not to play and to take it easy, but I can't do that, not to my band. We're never gonna get anywhere if I just bum out everywhere.

[ He leans a little closer in. ] Just don't tell Rarity? She'll have my ass.