[ He's very aware of how silly he must look, so he doesn't fight the comment. He replies lightly. ]

I wouldn't be so quick to mock, Ebegeeser. If this is what I have to work with, your forecast isn't looking much-- whoa!

[ 9S sways in his saddle as the pony suddenly veers away. It plods over to a bush, sticks its head in, and then comes away with a piece of chalk in its mouth that it begins to nibble on. ]