"No, no!" the unicorn gestured through the air with one hoof, frustrated. "Look, I'm sorry this is difficult for you. I'm sorry this bothers the doctors. But the fate of one pony is less important than what happens to all of us." She lowered her voice to a dangerous whisper, holding up the object she'd taken. It looked as unimpressive to Lightning Dust as it had the day she'd first seen it. "This object is extremely dangerous. There is..." she lowered her voice still further. "Look, pony. I don't know who you are, and there's only so much I can tell you." She levitated the object back into the heavy metal crate, resting it on the padding inside.