Girdershade

Buckshot sighs, and brings a hoof to his forehead. "You've got to be kidding..." he mutters.

"Of course I'm going to be threatening and stuff! I'm her bodyguard! I'm supposed to have an attitude and scare people so they know not to mess with her or her museum, whether or not I've got feelings for Fizz! The only ponies I've ever hurt are bandits! Why would she think I would ever want to hurt her? I'm just doing my job! Urrrgh," he growls, kicking the dirt in annoyance. "And you don't even know how I feel about her! Why would you go and tell her about something you don't even understand?" he groans, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "It's none of your-" Then he looks up at Fleetwing in confusion. "Wait, she didn't say that?" he asks warily, narrowing her eyes. "Then why's the little mare saying she did? What'd you actually tell Fizz, and what'd she say?"