James swore under her breath, though she didn’t use the pony language to do it. If Eoch even had profanity, nobody had taught it to her. She lifted the transmitter and held it in place with one hoof, doing the job of the tripod. From the edge of the spinning disk, a guidance laser scanned the room, tracing a faint green dot on the ceiling and walls until it eventually encountered the window. No sooner had it passed over one of the many stars did it stop in place, and the device started making a different sound.