"Right, that's this year's quota made up... everypony should be getting back to usual operations in the next few days. Means I'll finally be able to go back to Ponyville, take a break on one of the clouds..." her voice trailed off, thinking back to the filly's face as the machine started to consume her... the compliment, spoken without fear... those eyes without an ounce of pain, merely... judgement. Her mouth curled into a scowl, placing her spare hoof on the desk. Why wasn't she scared? Every single pegasus I hit and bit into during that scuffle was scared of me... scared of my coworkers. Why not her? Her hoof started tapping on the desk as she thought, The Cloudsdale Weather Corp is a wing of the Flock... everypony's scared of the system, at least a little. Even us, but it's a job we have to do; clean the skies, make sure every pegasus up here is actually capable of doing their job.