Fatal watches the newcomer. Since when is she so quick to label people as good and bad? Granted, she's never really met this many ponies at one time. Maybe it's as simple as the fact that one set of them tried to kill her and the other set just wants light conversation. It also could be something programmed into her by her creators. She sighs, walking over to Majem and Farsight, but addressing Physics as she talks, as well. "They won't be hunting you. They'll be hunting me. I killed them, and I'm sure they know the mark. Somehow they knew my name, and what I look like. It seems the false rulers of Equestria want me for something." she says with a slight, uninterested shrug.
"We really do need to move. With the bodies in the open, Tian is right. We'll need to make shortcuts through the forests. You know that I can defend myself, but my attack takes time to recharge. Otherwise I have to resort to my hooves." She says, turning to Farsight. "You need to rest. Get onto the cart. Anybody who can defend themselves, gather around the carts. We can use them to carry our supplies."
Fatal Flight was starting to feel a little nauseous. She's a follower, not a leader. She's an adviser, true enough, but. . . A leader?