“We aren’t,” Lucky said again, straightening her mane with one hoof. She hadn’t changed her styling since the horn, which made her look perpetually mussy-haired. It was too adorable for Lightning Dust to ever tell her. “And if you think we don’t need a warship, go talk to Lift downstairs. Ask River about what life was like out in the wilderness. We’re saving the ponies Equestria forgot. And… all the other creatures too. That’s genuinely the only thing we’re doing.”