“The Grrrrrreat and POWERFUL Trixie doesn’t do menial engineering work!”
 
“She does if she wants to eat,” Bonbon reminded the unicorn crossly. Trixie continued her complaints pointing out how her job was specifically “Negotiations and Logistics”, and how much she resented being gangpressed into the position of part-time engineering assistant. Bonbon was grateful Trixie was at least helping these days, having finally understanding that the Draft Horse was short-hoofed, and everyone had to take up extra slack. After all, there weren’t any species whose warped space drives could be maintained by a single engineer.