The knowledge brought some amount of relief to Snapshot, but it only brought the slight tinge of regret that he had chosen to become a newspony. His abilities as a changeling would undoubtedly serve him well, but at the same time, he would likely have to disappear in order to keep his secret at the end of the day. The realization of his mistake drew out a sad sigh. What was the point to infiltrating pony society in such a large place if he became a figure everypony would recognize? Snapshot was unable to hide his frown as he gathered himself up on the bench and looked to the sky. “Wanna get some lunch?” he asked after he checked the position of the sun.