“Well…” Sarah took one last, deep breath, steadying herself. But even if this pony was the greatest enemy of the Pioneering Society, she wasn’t anymore. She’d lost, and never hurt Sarah personally. She could ignore a bad reputation to ask a few questions. “Alright, let’s do it. James, none of…” Her wings buzzed in her discomfort. They lacked the joints she would’ve used for a more complex gesture, or very much sensitivity. They felt stronger than they looked, but that didn’t mean they were as useful.