Lucky set her hooves down on the ground—it was the only way not to fall over. Her own body would’ve been shaking just as much as Dust’s, perhaps moreso, were it not for all her implants. She remained in a steady standing position even without much effort. She would never know if she’d pissed herself—the suit took care of that. As she moved her hooves out of the way, the helmet snapped down around over her head.