After signing up to the caravan, Spark retreated to the far corner of the room drawing her hood over her head again as she did so. It seemed the stallion had lost interest in her after she'd run away so she took the opportunity to relax a little. Her brief talk to the caravaners had revealed that they didn't leave until the following morning. This was a little problematic as she now had no where to stay for the night.

Finally the noise in the bar lessened as the music became quieter. Spark gave a sigh of relief. At least now she wouldn't have anypony asking her to dance. No sooner had she had this thought however when she heard hoofsteps approaching her table. She tilted her head silightly to see who it was and found herself looking at the brown stallion from before. 

He still wore a smile on his face and offered her a drink from the tray he was carrying. Not wanting to seem impolite... Well anymore than she already had, she accepted it, taking it in her magic and placing it before her. After hearing the stallions name, Sound Chance, she was reluctant to answer with hers. Would telling him just encourage him to hang around? There didn't seem to be a way to escape this time however.

"Bright Spark" she replied at last reluctantly. 
She tapped her hoof on the table awkwardly for a seconds unsure what to do. Conversation was not a strong point of hers.
"Thank you for the drink" she said finally, lifting it up and taking a mouthful simply as something to distract herself. Immediately she regretted it, apparently hard cider was nothing like sparkle cola or sunrise. Luckily her hood hid her reaction to the drink and she decided it would be best to ignore it from here on.