Just look at her. Raised eyebrow and grim smile are supposed to make her look rigorous and confident, but they aren’t. And you know why? Because she isn’t rigorous and confident mare, not at all. What you can see here is nothing else but just fear.
 
Look at her again. Look where she is - on the very bottom on this dark picture. Something told her, a little subconscious voice deep inside her heart, told her to place herself on the bottom. Because that’s what she feels - that’s where you belong, Spitty. On the bottom, ducked in the abyss, hopeless and waiting for rescue. When The Sun brights on the sky you’re leader, the supreme commander of wonderbolts, powerful mare, but at night you can finally take this mask off, when nopony can see you, and cry, cry, cry…
 
“Anypony there? Please, help me”