“Yeah, that’s cuz’—” There was a deafening roar from outside the aircraft, silencing anything Lucky might’ve been about to say. Behind her, she heard the helmet protesting. The fabric kept trying to tense, forcing it onto her face. Her grip on the oxygen mask was too tight. Not that she doubted it would be able to do the same job, but if it did, she wouldn’t be able to hear anypony.