[Oh. Well, she can certainly do that too. Rarity makes a fist and bumps Pinkie's with hers. Greg was inordinately fond of the fistbump, which means that Rarity got good at it by proximity.]

[She gives the most subtle of glances - good, her bodyguard is still far behind her and there don't seem to be any more of them approaching - and looks back at Pinkie, lowering her voice just a bit.]

You know, it's the strangest thing, but I can't help but feel as though I know you from somewhere. [It's the voice - that voice she heard in her memory, singing and using laughter to defuse what should have been a terrifying situation.] You- wouldn't happen to be a fan of horror movies, would you?