"I'll succeed." >"You won't. Nopony does. Either get killed or give up."
"Well... I'm trying either way." >You stand up
"I need some info. You mentioned handlers—who are they?" >"The people that keep trying to recruit me. Guards, mostly. Thought you were another 'treat' to try and entice me."
"I saw a pony wearing a helmet, earlier. What was that?" >"It has a thingy in it to let them talk to the people back at base. The higher-ups in the guard."
"Cool. Any way you could help get my clothes dried?" >She shrugs >"I'd rather not be caught holdin' somebody who's going against them. I can get you some apples, maybe. That's about it."
No problem. I spent the vast majority of today murdering weeds with a weed whacker, which was better than shoveling or whatever. It's kind of enjoyable, really. Except when the grass fucks up your legs.
I will say that I'll be glad to start school. There's a good chance I'll be able to get a job doing IT work for their tech center, which will be a lot more enjoyable.