"So, once you escaped from the South Pen with the convict, Mochi, you two were separated," Haze said, looking back up. "Mochi eventually made her way back to you through a variety of... clever diversions"—she shot a dirty look at the pink mare, who shrugged—"but you were somehow able to make it into the city of Umberlight and meet back up with Kevin and Flight here."

"Her name is Kaylee," Scootaloo protested.

Haze rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I don't care; that is irrelevant. Regardless... how did you find your way to the city? How did you know where to meet up with them? Surely you were given some sort of device by the Rebel who broke you out, so you could communicate with them?"

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. "Um, no, nothing like that." She paused. "It was actually super lucky that I was able to get to the city... honestly, I almost got lost down there. There's this huge maze of tunnels," she said, gesturing with her hooves to estimate the shape of a few of the winding path, "and I really coulda died down there if I hadn't run into an exit in the museum."

Haze squinted. "And we're expected to believe that you just were able to meet up with these two—whom you supposedly couldn't contact—and then just ran off with the Rebels?"

"Erm... yeah?" Scootaloo replied tentatively. "That's basically what happened."

"How did you know you could trust the Rebels, then?" Haze asked.

"I didn't!" Scootaloo replied, exasperated. "I just went with them because they were helping me not stay in jail!"

"Seriously?" Later groaned. "Is that—? Ugh, nevermind. I don't even want to know. Whatever. It's over, anyway."

Haze gave Scootaloo an odd look, but then looked down at the folder before her. With a hoof, she slid a small piece of paper up and out of the folder, placing it on the table before her. She gave it a little push with her hoof, and it slid all the way down the length of the table before coming to a stop in front of the orange filly.

"Classy," Flight said, rolling her eyes, but Scootaloo's eyes were too focused on the piece of paper. It was a photograph of Scootaloo outside the museum, perched atop a familiar grey pony.

"Who is that, Scootaloo?" Haze asked, corners of her mouth curled up ever so slightly. "We have it on good authority that you were separated from whatever pony helped you to escape the South Pen, and then you claimed to have navigated Umberlight all by yourself. So, if that's true, who's this?"

Later leaned over to get a look at the photo. "Huh? That's odd..."

"What?" Scootaloo asked.

The green mare turned to her. "I don't recognise that stallion at all. Just who were you with?"

Scootaloo bit her lip as, once again, all eyes were on her. Well, that's not quite true; each pony took a turn looking at the photo, trying to figure out who this mystery stallion was.

When it came around to Mochi, the pink mare's eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh wow..."

"Do you know something, convict?" Haze asked, eyeing the mare carefully. "Speak up. We might be able to reduce your sentence."

"Um... I don't think I know anything that would help you folks, but..."

Haze didn't look satisfied with her answer, but she didn't get the chance to reply. At that moment, a lime-green stallion walked in through the door, announcing his presence with a loud, "Greetings, Ms. Haze."

And that's when Scootaloo kicked her chair away from the table, and all hell broke loose.