Twilight grimaced, memories of a delirious Applejack suddenly coming to the forefront. What if the same thing happened to her? Or if she just cracked under the pressure? What if she didn’t know it was happening—would she know? Did Applejack know how much of a menace she’d been when she was sleep-deprived? I’ll just have to pen a nap into the schedule, she thought. Maybe after the follow-up with the embassy construction crew and the meeting with the mayor. If I delegate a representative to oversee transfer of materials off the platform at the train station, I could get an additional twenty minutes or more, but I’d have to spend the time to do the delegation, and who would I ask anyway? The answer came to her in a flash. Rarity. Good eye for detail, things would get to the embassy intact.