Corporal Honour Bound was looking forward to a nice, quiet day. One with no unpleasant surprises from the junior enlisted under her charge. And no nearly-underage batpony coltfriend on display. And no pressure to try on scandalously high-cut dresses for the Gala. Just her, her armor, and her spear, on guard beside the Royal Engineer's doors. And the Royal Engineer himself, sitting on a stool at one of the recently-installed workbenches in his quarters, working on some mechanical thing or another. 