She returned a half-smile, still entirely perplexed by the whole situation, and hooked her arm around "Morgan's". "This way. It isn't too far." A wary glance was thrown the horse's way. "And," she added, "let's hope Mister Ed doesn't leave us any gifts on our way there."

All her luck, she'd be the one having to clean it up later. It certainly wasn't a task she relished; she'd rather be bounced around the console room like a pinball.