Honour’s subordinate was entirely too preoccupied with being utterly horrified and thoroughly nauseated to hear her first, feeble attempt to get the specialist’s attention. Not to mention the frigid wind rushing in through the side windows, which made it nearly impossible to hear almost anything. She’d already tried shutting them though, and everypony agreed that it just made the nausea worse. Cold and windy had been found preferable to stuffy and barfy.