Bruce blinked out from his ongoing train of thought at the voice, and he looked over to see a familiar figure now standing near him.

That is, familiar after a few moments of putting a name to the face. Not that a talking horse was particularly forgettable, but Bruce had quickly learned that a lot of things were different in this digital world.

"Fluttershy, was it?" he started, doing his best to smile. "It's nice to finally meet you."