From the entrance, a loud booming voice came closer quickly, as the stallion made his way to the bar. A heavy hoof is placed firmly on Milky's shoulder. She turned her head slightly, getting a quick look at the newcomer. 'It's that fool I took the bag from', she thought. This time she did let her guard down. 'I wont be able to get a flying start from here.' The Stallion speaks, quietly, but with anger resonating in his voice:"scuse me, young lady, but I believe you got something that belongs to me." Milky remained quiet. "You hear me, missy? That bag. I want it back!" 'Couldn't you at least allow me to eat my food first?' she thought, as she pondered her next move.