Even through the walls, James could recognize the familiar sound of quadcopter rotors spinning somewhere nearby. She rose from where she'd been studying, ignoring her racing heart as she darted to the window, and scanned the sky with acute eyes. The quality of pony eyesight in daylight was one of the many wonders James had discovered since leaving her confines of the basement, and it was an ability that came even more naturally than flight. There was no need to run outside and get the attention of the passing drone—her house didn't have real windows so much as openings to the sky covered in ice. Ice so thin she could break it with her hooves if she wanted, which was exactly what she did now. Once she made a sizeable hole, the rest crumbled away in a wave. She could only hope Lightning Dust wouldn’t be too mad.