Phae's sea-green gaze peered at the stranger, as she slowly worked her way into divulging whatever it was she was trying to say. Internally, Phae was rolling her eyes, and wondering what she had stumbled upon. There was a reason that the sooty spy rarely ventured into the Threshold. She was not the type of mare who liked making friends or helping others with their problems. In fact, it would be fine with her if the Grey's numbers did not swell in size at all - They were a family, of course. But why did they have to be the type of family to pick up miscreants off the street? Apparently she had missed the memo which said the Grey was open to anyone.

Flicking her creamy tail, her flirtatious gaze continued to fall upon the stranger, taking in her broken and round-about-to-the-point speech until...

His name is...Apollo.

Apollo. Images of the painted stallion were immediately brought to her mind - so forcefully in fact that even Stella trilled out, sensing her bonded's overwhelming explosion of emotion. Apollo... The stallion who had tried to follow her on a reckless drug-induced night of mistakes, who had dared to take a romantic stroll with her on the beach and face his fear of the water, only to be taken hostage by a monstrous octopus-thing, while being simultaneously attacked by wolves. He, who she had shared such a sweet and innocent kiss with, all those long seasons ago...She felt a warming in her chest at the fond memories, though her distant gaze conferred none of this, to his apparent sister. At least she still had that ability.

Phae felt an instant mistrust towards this painted mare, claiming to be Apollo's sister. Perhaps it was jealousy, or simple possessiveness, but the golden-spy was not yet ready to divulge what she knew. Even so...you know the old saying about keeping your friends close, but your enemies closer ...

"Honey, the lights have gone out. We won't find him until we know where to look, or until we can see. Until then..." Her skeptical yet still flirtatious gaze washed over the painted girl slowly, as if trying to finalize her decision."Until then, why don't you come along back to the Foothills. The Grey, a band of mercenaries live there. Perhaps we'll see what we can do about this missing brother of yours."