Ako's head turned towards the unicorn watching them just as she'd heard him say something about... her colors? She shivered slightly, remembering the attack in Ponyville and eyeing the magic aura the stallion used to exchange his cigarette.
'I don't know if I could best a magic-user in my... current state...' She thought to herself, gulping softly.
"I don't like it... he's, studying us almost..." The wounded warrior warbled worriedly, trying to find a way through the crowd away from the unicorn but being entirely unsuccessful in her attempts.