Icy glanced back at the two of them with an less-than-amused look. "Boys. We're here already. In Manehattan. If we turn back now, there's no telling when we'll be getting another chance like this. I say we risk it and see if we can salvage something."
Lone Star was quiet. You two could pass as ordinary ponies. Me? I've got red eyes and a metal wing. He spread his wings, organic and otherwise. I'll split off, hand Lemon over to the authorities. I'll keep back and meet up with y'all when you get there.
Hate me if you want. But that's your issue to fix, not mine.