(You should never assume anything in RP. Also, why is some of it blue? Are quotes not enough? And no, you can't edit it, that defeats the point of RP. Gotta, 'Role' with it. Huh? Huh? I'm sorry, that was awful.)
Octavia smiled warmly, she knew what it was like to try and get help from random strangers; it certainly was awkward. She opened her mouth to speak up again, when another sound cut through her focus. This time, she knew exactly what was causing it, and as her eyes shifted over to confirm the source, she sighed slightly.
"Sorry, hold on a moment, I'm certain she's going to interrupt." Octavia said, turning to greet the newcomer with a smile. Vinyl scratch, Ponyville's resident DJ and
**** raver. She wasn't what Octavia would consider a bad pony, all things considered she was actually rather nice. However, her horrendous, garish excuse for music, which could always be heard in her presence, was what really got to Octavia. If she would simply turn it down around other ponies, then her popularity with Octavia would at least triple. But, asking her so was a lost cause, one that Octavia have explored several times.
"Hey guys what's crackin'?" The white mare said, ever cheerful. "Octi, you didn't tell me you were visiting Ponyville! You wound me." She continued. Octavia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.
"Oh, not much, we were just having a conversation. I'm here on business, I'm leaving at 12:30. There, I have now told you." Octavia said, struggling to continue smiling at the well-meaning mare.