Though she was surprised by the Sergeant’s slip to her native tongue, and even though she could feel the bat pony’s fur against her nose, Honour didn’t budge an inch. While she was still in charge of the quaternion, disciplining the juniors was her responsibility, not Ebonshield’s. Her place was downstairs with the Royal Engineer, even if the noise had upset him. And, frankly, it hadn't been that long or that loud, so she doubted it had.