“Shouldn’t be,” Olivia said, trying to sound conversational. She could fake casualness with an enemy easily enough—she learned how long ago, because she was an officer. The one time she’d been captured, it had been during an undercover on an independent anarcocommunist asteroid-colony in the belt. Returning her alive had meant not attracting the UN’s ire, and giving them (as well as her career) a bloody nose. Tempest would have no such restraint, however. “I got a new face after the… incident with Equestria. After Celestia killed me.”