Pepper looks down. She may or may not be blushing.

"Actually... We came out of the Stable a couple generations ago. I never lived under ground but... All I know about preening I learned from Uncle Arrow," she scoffs into the wind, "He memorized damn near every grooming tip my great grandmother showed him because where the hell else would he pick them up? I... just follow the basics. Too much of a gunslinger to be really good at it..."

She looks down at her hooves for a moment, before back up. "I can't go back and see him again, though. The rest of my team doesn't know this--I've been keeping it a secret, but I can't go back home. Ever. Just like you, I guess."