Meanwhile, inside the museum, Snapshot was just starting his self guided tour. He had never been here, and new places were always fun for him. As he walked up to the front desk, the receptionist pointed at the device around his neck. "No cameras allowed," the old mare said, her voice sounding like it could be used as sandpaper. "Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, I'll just go find a place to hide it and come back, okay?" Snapshot immediately turned around; he walked out the door. Walking around a bit, Snapshot found a suitable place to put it, donned a shirt, and returned to the front desk. The receptionist eyed the shirt with curiosity, but Snapshot just passed it off as him being cold, and that seemed to work for her. "Thank you for visiting, we hope you enjoy your stay," she said. He would never get over that voice. As he rounded the corner, Snapshot took the camera out from where he had strapped it to his stomach, and disrobed himself before putting the camera back around his neck, where it belonged. It's not like he was going to take any pictures, he just couldn't part with the device. And besides, getting it past the front desk made him feel like a bad flank, which wasn't something he felt often.