Oh good, the voice sounded like someone who knew what they were doing. Maybe they could point Fluttershy in the right direction...

That...was not a pony. It.........Fluttershy wasn't sure what this thing was, but it wasn't a pony. A blink, several blinks actually as she stares back. Kind of frozen in nerves and fear and oh what to do now, what to do now? There's a faint little squeak-type noise of distress, and Fluttershy finally backs up a step.