It's war, Breeze thought to herself. Nasty would be an understatement.We're being treated like foals. Don't all of us have medical knowledge beyond that of most ponies to a considerable extent? We're intelligent and mostly grown ponies!
Breeze looked over at Violet again. Those glowing eyes made her seem even crazier somehow. It gave Breeze shivers down her spine. She just hoped the filly wasn't as crazy as she seemed. Maybe it was all a playful act?
Don't let anypony see your teeth, she reminded herself in her mind. Don't open your mouth, don't speak unless spoken to. If you can hold off on the jokes, do so. I hate jokes.