"Only the mutated ones," Ellie easily answers. "Why? Do these ones freak you out? Better hoof it, before they jockey for position to come kick your ass." Horse puns are her current favorite thing as of thirty seconds ago. So she really has to go all out here.

She's at the stables just to look around. Horses are great because they don't talk and expect her to discuss things like emotions or where she's going to be staying while she's stuck here. She really appreciates the fact the horses here are weird looking. It just fits in with how dreamlike it is to be here. Nothing really feels real yet. Not even this conversation does. It's too light and teasing to feel like being here is a serious thing.