Pinkie had managed to get herself into a comfortable sitting position on the floor. Currently, she was looking right at Crypt with a blank expression that matched his own.

She furrowed her brow and narrowed her eyes ever-so-slightly. There was no reaction from Crypt.

"...I don't see what you get out of this," she said, relenting. "I can't be that interesting, come on."

Crypt nodded slowly.

"Was that agreement or acknowledgment?" She paused and then rolled her eyes. "And you're not going to answer. It's okay, I don't need to know."

It was obvious to Crypt that she really wanted to know the reasoning behind his words. In this particular instance, he felt no need to answer her. She had no right to his mind. Nopony did.

Something made her eyes lock closely on him. "...You're just a bundle of mysterious mystery, ain'tcha?" A smirk crawled up her features. "Well, guess I'll just have to figure you out while we're traveling! I'll have pleeeenty of time!"

This was likely true. She was out here, alone, lost, confused, and Crypt was the only pony she knew. Of course she'd stick by him. It didn't matter what he thought, so he didn't let himself make a fuss about it.

"You'll need to eat to regain your strength," Crypt said, rooting through his pack with the claw.

"Oh, that's right! We can't forget breakfast! I can't wait to see what kind of amazing foods you have for your journey!"

Crypt had managed to skewer breakfast. He pulled a brick-shaped object wrapped in white paper. Carefully, he peeled the paper off with his claw device and revealed the brown-red lump of edible nutrients inside. There was no smell, and it was as brittle as a rock. Crypt used his claw to snap it in half with ease, sending up a small cloud of food particles. He skewered one half with his claw and started munching on it, gesturing that Pinkie could have the other.

Pinkie studied the half-brick curiously. She tapped it with her hoof, discovering its texture to be chalk-like, although it was much easier to crumble than the schoolhouse rock.

Pinkie giggled to herself for seemingly no reason, giving Crypt even more reason to doubt her sanity. Once or twice was unusual, but she was making a pattern out of laughing with no prompt. Only a crazy pony would be out here, so it wasn't all that surprising...

Pinkie touched the food-brick with her hoof and picked it up. She licked it, pondered the taste for a few moments, and then took a giant bite out of it. "Mmm... Not bad... it's like eating sand, except there's no flavor to it." She coughed up some of the brick's dust. "And it really needs water. Crypt, you better have water on you! Breathing dust is not a good way to go about your d- why are you looking at me like that?"

Crypt's normal, impassive stare had been replaced with one of utter shock. She was holding the food brick in one hoof, defying the laws of gravity, friction, and how hooves were supposed to work. He had thought that maybe, just maybe, she was an insane mage - but there wasn't a trace of metal in the standard rations! No magic could just grab onto that!

Pinkie looked down at her hoof. "Oh. Well, whoops, I guess traction hooves aren't a thing here." She smacked herself in the head. "I'm such a doof! It's usually not something you have to look out for!" She rubbed the back of her head. "So, uh, yeah, I'm not normal. My hooves can grab things."

"How?"

Pinkie shrugged. "Magic?"

"Magic can't do that."

Pinkie looked at him very closely. "...What else can't magic do?"

He thought for a moment. "I'm not a mage. I'm not qualified to answer."

"Hey, no fair! You knew what I was doing was impossible!" She crossed her front hooves. "You have to know the basic rules, at least."

Wordlessly, he turned away from her gaze and walked to a window. He looked out at the pristine lake and the orb floating above it, the rays of the sun creating a rainbow halo.

Pinkie sighed. "It's okay. You don't have to answer me. I wouldn't answer all your questions either."

He continued to study the terrain outside.

"...Crypt, come on, I'm trying to extend an olive branch here. I'm sorry I'm making you uncomfortable." She extended a hoof to him. "We can still be friends. Move past this."

"We need to get moving as soon as you are able," Crypt said, ignoring her apology and her hoof. "How long do you think that will be?"

Pinkie let out a dejected sigh, retracting her hoof. "Give me an hour and three of my legs should be strong enough to move. The broken one needs a lot longer."

"Then we leave in an hour. I recommend rest."

"Sure thing, doc." Pinkie saluted. "By the way, where are we going?"

Crypt had nothing to say to this.

Pinkie narrowed her eyes. "I see the game we're playing..."