Trixie Lulamoon (Formerly the Great and Powerful Trixie) growled, glaring up in annoyance at the human in front of her. She did her best to ignore Derpy’s antics above her, and reiterated what she’d been telling the human for the last ten minutes.
 
“No, this is the cargo we were contracted to carry. Anything else is likely coming in on a different ship. We’re sorry if it isn’t as big as you were expecting, but it’s all there. Fourteen magnetic constrictors for a Kalideo Type VIII fusion reactor. Medical supplies, reserve generator ignition cells and twenty-one dresses from Carousel Boutique Designs, LLC.” She took a deep breath. “This is the station specified for drop off. Can we please get paid now?”
 
Above her, Derpy laughed in amusement.