“I’ve already got protection,” Lucky said, remembering the trip back. While wearing the suit, the acceleration had hardly bothered her. Flurry Heart had been able to get up and walk around while they were still accelerating. Lucky hadn’t, but at least she hadn’t gotten the redout again. “I’ll help our guest.” She hoped her accent wasn’t too thick. There was no way to miss it—she didn’t talk the same way as this pony, even if her voice was still strikingly similar.