((I think it's late evening right now, not quite certain though))
"No," the guard simply states beginning to recall a vague description of a new arrival. His partner, an earth pony mare seems to peel off from the conversation to talk to somepony. "Have you eaten at all lately, other than grass?"
One of the guards turns around and puts herself between what appears to be a colt-sized metal can talking to her partner and Taylor. "Just a disturbance, sometimes a refugee's first night in safety isn't quite smooth."