The group of caravaners paid Spark no attention and continued to talk amongst themselves or watch the bar. It took a few minutes of internal conflict but eventually she decided it would be best to introduce herself before they left without her. However, just as she put a hoof forward, a large pony clad in some kind of thick armour pushed his way between her and another pony who had also just stepped forward.

She let out a little squeak of surprise as she was shoved aside and retreated back a few steps until her flank collided with somepony else behind her. The pony pushed her away with an angry curse sending her sprawling to the floor in a heap.
She stayed down for second letting out a dusty sigh before clambering back to her hooves with a pained groan. She was more or less back where she’d started on the outside of the caravan group. The armour covered pony seemed to be trotting away angrily muttering to himself. At least he wouldn’t be joining them on their journey… though she wouldn’t either at this rate.

For a moment Spark considered returning to the safety of the Friendship clinic, there would always be another caravan... Just as she turned to leave however, a brown stallion stepped up alongside her. He looked exactly like the kind of pony she would normally treat in the clinic. The thick duster he wore showed the classic signs of wasteland wear. A green bandana sat atop his head with bits of his blue mane protruding from beneath it. He was tall too, she suddenly felt very small standing next to him and magically pulled the hood of her cloak even further over her head as though it would hide her.

When the stallion finally spoke, she relaxed a little, though not fully. He seemed to be from the caravan she was looking to join! She lifted the hood of the cloak a little to look at him properly but before she could say anything, the sound of guitar and singing filled the room. The stallion seemed momentarily distracted and Spark used the opportunity to brush some of the floor dust from cloak while thinking about answers to his questions. 

The song was quite good, Spark had always enjoyed listening to music on the radio at night or if things were quiet in the clinic. It was rare she heard something new though and the guitar player seemed fairly talented. When the song finally drew to a close, she turned her attention back to the caravan stallion.

“Umm” she responded, her voice small and devoid of any confidence she’d hope to project “I just want to travel a little. I’ve been helping out in the clinic here and I was hoping I could pay for the trip by helping out if anypony got hurt…” she trailed off suddenly unsure if they would take her if she couldn’t pay with actual money. “Would that be ok?” she asked uncertain.