All eyes were on Scootaloo as she sat at the end of the table in the centre of the group, squirming uncomfortably. Her eyes kept darting from Later to Haze, both of whom were watching her expectantly—they just had different expectations. Spill the beans or hold her tongue.

"Or neither," came a small voice near her ear.

Scootaloo blinked, and nearly jumped back at the sound of the voice. She had forgotten, but of course! Grey—or this small insect form of him, at least—was still with her. The only problem was that she couldn't rightly reply with everypony watching her.

"Look, don't worry. This situation looks bad, but... honestly, all things considered, it could be worse. What's important is that you have an out, and it's coming up soon, so you'd better well take it."

"Scootaloo?" Haze asked, starting to sound annoyed. "We can go to another room, if you like; I understand if you don't want to say some thing in front of your so-called friends, but..."

"Gloss is nearly here," Grey's voice chirped over Haze's words. "When he comes through the door, grab Kay and Flight and run to the right. I'll give you directions from there."

Scootaloo nodded, pursing her lips.

"What does that mean?" Haze asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes what?"

"Erm... I'll talk," Scootaloo said hesitantly, hoping she'd be able to buy enough time until Gloss reached the room, providing the distraction she needed to get out. "What... what is it that you want to know?"

Haze's lips curved. "Good. First of all... I need to know how you got out of the South Pen. Obviously we shouldn't have kept you in there in the first place, but it's also obvious you had some sort of Rebel assistance in getting out. Who helped you get out, and how?"

Scootaloo frowned, bit her lip, and looked towards the door. Then, she looked back. "Um... I didn't catch his name?"

Haze's eyes narrowed. "I see."