[Elevator to Homage's Pad]

"Nothing wrong with ghouls. I mean... So-mmmph!" Swiss begins, only to have a hoof stuffed in her mouth. Don't spill the beans, Swiss.

"Ah reckon we've met plenty ah nice enough ghouls in our travels, Miss Homage. Plenty ah nasty ones, too. And Ah've always though of the DJ as a real stand-up stallion. He could be usin' his radio to spread lies like that snake Red Eye but he uses it fer spreadin' hope. And that's good 'n proper in mah book," Corn drawls before taking his hoof out of Swiss' mouth.

The mock-pegasus sticks her tongue out at him. Then gives a bit of a sigh. "It would be GREAT if so many ponies didn't have a shoot first and ask questions never attitude when it comes to... most everything. We've been trying our best to make the Wasteland a little brighter but... I dunno... It seems like it doesn't stick," then a slowly growing grin. "But Down Feather! An Enclaver here on the surface helping surface ponies to make things safer? If she's some kinda vanguard for the rest of the pegasi things might finally be looking up!"