Holding the handkerchief out in front of him, he wrung it out onto the painted wooden floor. It was a bit improper to soil Her Majesty's carriage in that way, but frankly, she counted herself lucky that nopony had thrown up inside of it yet. If anypony did, and Honour’s money would be on Glamerspear to start it, she’d probably follow them right along after. A little bit of sweat, by comparison, was no big deal.