"Why thank you," she replied to The Noxferus complement. In fact, she was more fazed by his words than the corpses being brought in. Though tending to forget how young she was, Lens didn't think of the Doctor as old. There was something timeless about him, and nothing unnatural. She had meet another unicorn, who in his attempts to continue looking youthful only succeeded in looking… off. She couldn't quite put her hoof on it, but that Doctor Snow seemed fake. 

But not The Noxferus, his appearance was genuine and not enhanced by magic. And his mind... what a magnificent mind! Her heart began to beat faster just thinking about him. After biding the Doctor adieu, she stood there looking at the now closed door, smiling and butterflies floating in her stomach. She walked slowly away, as emotions clouded her thoughts. 

"Well, I was starting to get worried," muttered Lightwing. Sweat was on his forehead. 

Lens shook her head to clear her mind. While she resumed the cold facade, the blush still remained. "If there was any trouble, I would have been fine," she said. They began to trot towards the local inn. 

"That's the thing - Nothing was happening. I would have been fine if there was few explosions or something going on inside. But I couldn't tell with all the shutters blocking the way."

"It gone very well. In fact, I need you to make all haste to Manehatten and contact Director Prancer. We made a deal, and a potential ally."

"Now? I'm surprised that the negotiations - " 

"The Director wants this book now, especially if his hypothesis about the Canterlot Raid is correct. If he's right… then we must find a defense we need."

"If we can find one, that book is probably just the mad rantings of an alchemist."

"Maybe, but we don't have much choice. I'll prepare a letter, my grandfather should do the rest. Just get the package back to me by tomorrow."