She’d probably have less of a migraine if her sergeant, the batpony assassin Purity Ebonshield, wasn't pacing repeatedly back and forth across the living room, right in front of her. Wearing a long maroon bodycon maxi dress and clearly ready to make herself up to go out, Ebonshield was waiting for their tight-lipped Corporal Bound to finish whatever business she was up to in the washroom. And Honour had been in there for a long time, now. From what noises Lily had heard, it wasn't an 'overdosed on hayburgers in the chow hall' kind of stay, either.