[She shake her head. He always says that, and she really wants to believe it, but... No. No 'but's this time. Donna looks down at her hooves for a moment. She's spent enough time wallowing. She's spent more than a year here doing that, letting people like Trixie break her down with a few choice words. She doesn't feel like she's worth it, but her friend does. How ungrateful would she be just to keep ignoring him? To ignore the other people who have supported her. When Donna meets Andrew's eyes over the scroll again, her jaw is set.]

Would you help me, then? Figure out what I'm supposed to do? Figure out how I can help anybody here? Really help them. It's hard to believe in me, but... I believe in you Andrew.

[And that means she'll listen.]