The filly stood in front of the only mirror in the house, a small square of glass Dust had mounted to her wardrobe. Looking up into that square, fully armored in her exploration gear, James felt like an explorer again. This is a Lucky Break, she thought. If Lightning Dust had any doubts about my story before... Now she could see the prepared first-contact movies, or watch demonstrations of difficult human concepts. They could even send messages back to the Forerunner probe, though James doubted that was a good idea.