"Hey. Hey! I'm talking to you!"
The voice cracked a little on the word 'talking'. A hoof was placed on her shoulder and she was shaken slightly.
Orange eyes that had never known patience glared down at the purple unicorn. Whitefire. The rough-and-tumble pegasus.
"Dozer, the library's closing. And you're drooling all over that book. And -" There was a bit of uncertain hesitation and then, slowly and deliberately, every word filled with threats, " - and I need your help."