At once, four pairs of eyes turned on her. For a second she could see their hostility reflected there, redirected from whatever had caused it to her. Then they seemed to recognize her, and the moment passed. "Ask her." Dr. Penumbra pointed into one of the empty hospital rooms with one wing, its door hanging half ajar. "Storms in here, 'authority of the crowning' her way over my medical advice. Using Neuromancy on a foal..." he kept talking, lowering his voice below what Dust could make out. She was confident he'd started cursing.