You pay the heroic mare and her cohorts no mind and instead keep your eyes on Tempest, knowing the rules of superhero engagement kept you nice and safe for the moment. Steam gently wafts up from her freshly refurbished horn as she groans in pain, her teeth clenched together and her eyes shut tight. Keeping your expression neutral to match your restrained expectations, you regard her new appendage with a careful, discerning eye, intent on finding out from a distance if it’s more than just a showpiece.