"I'm gonna give Management a piece of my mind about security around here... lost a lot of pegasi in that fight. Had to kill six of them myself. Useless, the lot of them." She looked around at the pegasi flying about, few in number to tend to the wounded and deceased; records had to be written, news stories had to be thought up. Management fought hard to keep this floor of the factory a secret, and all the PR she had to do to please the Royal Guard only served to anger her further. "I need some of that anti-headache stuff... just been feeling really angry lately."