"I’m Deadlight,” the stallion said, eyes lingering for a moment on Dorothy's open uniform. James had no frame of reference, but he suspected a typical male reaction was taking place. The newcomer wore nothing beyond the satchel he carried, so left little to their imaginations. "Sisters? Triplets? Woah. Unimportant, though." He pointed again. "What is this thing? Air service advances so quickly to be doing this. Metal how much weight can fly? Where’s the balloon?”