"Yeah," James said, glaring down at her hooves. She wanted to break something, but there was nothing around but the deck-plating. Somehow, she didn't expect her hooves to come out as the winners in any contest of strength. She thought about several ways she could let the pony go, but none of them didn't end with her in chains somewhere. Or worse, recycled. It's not like the crew really needs me. They already have a translator.