Kelpie was growing more restless by the second. She didn't like groups. Why were there so many ponies here? Ugh. It was torture. And they thought that they could just walk in and act like they were friends, too!
Bah. Friends were a waste of time and energy. Friends got you nowhere and did nothing for you.
She gave the tallest pony her darkest, most annoyed, antisocial, just-go-away-I-don't-need-your-help kind of glare, then went back to yanking the wires out of her body and kicking them away as far as possible, clenching her teeth in the pain this movement caused.
She didn't want those things even TOUCHING her. Heck, she didn't want ANYTHING touching her! Those ponies could just get her out of this wretched place and let her go back to her swamp, and everything would be just fine.

