Looking the batpony in the eyes -- a batpony who was not only almost twenty years her senior, but formally outranked her and outclassed her in combat to a degree that was almost frightening -- Honour furrowed her brow. “I don't want us going into the Rookery blind again. You told me on Thursday that I'm really in charge of this quaternion, so before we head out, I want a briefing. And if you need time to prepare one, then let me know, and I'll be the one to tell the Royal Engineer to cancel his plans for tonight."