Tempest glanced over her shoulder to look at her. “Your friend’s face was not known to me. But I know you. Granted, I thought I saw you dead, but that clearly wasn’t the case.” There was absolute confidence in her voice, and she didn’t stop to explain. Just kept dragging into a massive room whose entire wall was a single curved window. It looked a little like a cafe, except that many of the chairs and tables were pushed aside, or turned into partitions for sleeping areas. They were entirely too tall for ponies to use anyway, but might’ve fit the Storm King’s own race. Or maybe humans.