Only then did she realize she was bleeding, chunks of her mane had been ripped out, and she'd smashed the drone into two pieces. It was a little tricky to climb out while keeping one hoof wrapped around the drone, which still squeaked and struggled in vain, electric agony. She surged out of her fluffy white prison, climbing up onto the floor and hugging the broken drone to her chest like the survivor of a shipwreck might cling to her flotation device. Several large chunks of broken plastic that had once been part of the drone slid off her chest, leaking fluid and trailing wires as they fell out of the house into the abyss below.