“That’s… vague.” The changeling leaned forward, glaring at her. “I’m sorry you’re busy, Governor, but this is important. I don’t know where we’re going that you need armor, but Ocellus here is basically a princess. She can’t be put at risk, you need to turn around. This mission can’t be as important as the Pioneering Society making friendlier contacts. You know, friends who won’t try to wipe us out once they learn where we live, like Equestria did.”