This time, she stopped. "We are not window dressing, Glamerspear. Disposable, yes, but window dressing, no." Before Lily could fully screw up her eyebrows, Honour prodded a hoof into the specialist’s chest armor. "While you were outside gunning down Changelings, I spent the invasion piling furniture in front of windows and doors and fending off bug scouts while my terrified VIP cowered in their palace chamber's washroom." She stamped that same hoof down on the carpeted floor. "And the Royal Engineer is doing good work for Equestria. Important work. If you'd read that book of his or listened to him talk about his inventions, you'd know that he deserves every bit of protection we can give him, even if he doesn't want it."