As the door slid open, Scootaloo felt a wave of fear wash over her body. She jolted into action and dashed over to the left side of the door; although this door wasn't a traditional one that swung outwards and therefore did not provide that sort of cover, being on the wall by the door would at least allow her to see whomever was there before they saw her. Not a great advantage, but still an advantage nonetheless. Scootaloo exhaled quietly.

The pony that came into view was short—a unicorn with a green-grey coat and a slate grey mane about chin-length... that looked mighty familiar.

Before the pony had a chance to turn his head, Scootaloo murmured, "Kevin?"

At the sound of this utterance, the pony froze and his head turned to face her. He looked straight into her amethyst eyes with a worried expression, brow creased and muzzle curved into a frown. "H-hi, Butterfinger." He gulped. "How's it going?" The colt quivered as he spoke and his eyes began to dart around Scootaloo's face, avoiding her gaze.

Scootaloo kept looking straight at him, and raised an eyebrow. "What's a finger?"

It was his turn to contort his face in confusion. "Um, you know, fingers. Like lemurs have on their hands."

"Lemurs?" Scootaloo looked even more confused. "What in the hay is a lemur?"

Kevin didn't answer at first; he just looked at her with that same confused expression. Then, he spoke. "Didn't you say you were from the Kindred planet? You should know this stuff..."

Scootaloo laughed nervously. "Not exactly... I trusted those guys on that ship, but not completely, y'know? Didn't want too many weird questions. Wanted to get outta there as soon as they were done giving me food."

"And damn, they gave you a lot of food!" Kevin exclaimed, having apparently forgotten about the entire rest of their conversation. "Did you see those drawers?"

"Oh, so that was them, then?" Scootaloo asked. "I guess I didn't have enough time to think about it before I heard you here."

"Touché," Kevin replied. "There's a lot of cool stuff in there—not just apples, but bread and lettuce and cheese and all sorts of stuff. They must have really liked you." He paused. "So, you really don't know about lemurs? Either you really didn't pay attention in school or you're not from any of the Bureau planets..."

"Eheh... you could say that. But please, could you tell me what they are?"

"Lemurs... they look kinda like ponies, but they have these long tails they can grab stuff with and they have hands they can grab stuff with and they have much thicker coats and smaller heads."

Scootaloo nodded. "Lots of grabbing, really fuzzy. Got it."

"And then on their hands, the things they grab stuff with are called fingers. They're like... claws for dragons. You know about dragons?" Kevin asked.

"Do I!" Scootaloo exclaimed excitedly. "Eheh... I mean, yeah, I do—one of my friends back home was a dragon."

"Whoa, really?" Kevin's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Dragons are, like, vicious as hell!"

"Heh... no, this one was a baby dragon. He was the assistant of my friend Twilight Sparkle... she's a unicorn, too."

"Oh, okay, so there are unicorns and dragons where you're from... and pegasi too. But you've never heard of lemurs. But you have space ships... where...?"

"Stop getting distracted!" Scootaloo said. "Why would you say that I'm a finger of butter?"

Kevin rolled his eyes. "It's a type of candy, doofus. It's a chocolate bar where the inside is this flaky, buttery sugar stuff. It's super crunchy and delicious."

"Mmm... chocolate. That sounds really good," Scootaloo said softly, licking her lips.

"Yeah, well, you'd be hard-pressed to find any chocolate out here," Kevin informed her. "I'm sure we can get some planetside, though. That is where you're going, right?"

"To the Kindred planet?" Scootaloo said. "Yeah, if that's what next in this direction."

Kevin raised an eyebrow again. "Do you really not know where you're going? How did you even come to fly this thing?"

"Mmm... long story. Don't wanna talk about it."

"Fair enough," Kevin said. "Well, then... uh... is it okay if I tag along until then?"

"Guess so," Scootaloo replied. "What else could I do—throw you off the ship?"

"Eheh... wouldn't be the first time ponies tried to do that," Kevin replied sheepishly.

"Seriously?"

Kevin just winked. "C'mon, let's go up to the cockpit. I wanna see what kinda rig you're flyin' here."

Scootaloo had little choice but to follow her new companion as he climbed up the ladder to the floor above.