Pinkie tilted her head, taking mental inventory. On one hand, muscles. Lots of them, and very, very nice to look at. But so many scars. She didn't like the idea of him being all hurt since the marks were totally over important areas.
And how had he hurt himself?
Still, she tried to stand on her head and found she actually managed it okay. Until she knocked over right into him. Maybe a dress had been a bad idea.