Ocellus rolled her eyes. There was a brief flash of magic from her, and suddenly she was someone else. A light blue pegasus, with an elegant mane and sensuous curves. Not that Sarah expected James to appreciate them. “See?” Her voice no longer echoed, and for all that Sarah could see, she was just a pony now. Damn, that gets me every time. I wish I could do that. “You can’t go to the surface as you look now. I believe you, I think Celestia’s dead and the Quarantine is lifted. But it doesn’t matter—the ponies hate us for what we’ve tried to do. If you walk around like that, you’re going to get arrested and thrown in a dungeon somewhere.”