She opened the cabinet, lifting out a set of packs. She did it with her hoof, and somehow didn’t drop them. They were lifejackets; the sort tourists would wear on the deck of some tropical catamaran. “Get this on. We rigged the safeties—when you hit the water, it’ll inflate. Even if the impact knocks you out, we’ll be able to get to you in time. But it probably won’t, unless you’re an idiot.”