She lowered her voice, glaring at the ground again. “Of course, we wouldn’t know about a whole dead civilization if I hadn’t done anything… wouldn’t know the ring-builders’ language… but we wouldn’t have pissed off the princesses either. If they ever find out that I was the one… and everypony here looks exactly like me.” She moaned, covering her face again. “I know, I’m not very smart. I’m a rotten filly. You probably don’t want to see me again. I wouldn’t blame you. We can… probably get you a ride back to Equestria. Anywhere you want. Without my tracker on the damn jumper, it shouldn’t get shot down…”