Trying to keep her composure, Honour began to remove her armor while focusing her attention on Mother Carmen's hussy herald. Her and her big flowing white robe, good for hiding who-knows-what underneath, but arranged just so to expose her huge fluffy tuft. Her and her flawless Canterlot accent, and her brown-nosing manners, and her smug face. The only thing Honour felt for her, as she pulled off her helmet and began to attack her chest-straps, was seething contempt. 