Nothing rash, that was for certain. Lightning Dust’s old self would already be flying to the mayor’s office to get a telegram sent to Canterlot as quickly as possible. Even the smallest possibility this child was being honest in her story would’ve been worthy of the most extreme investigation. Dust knew nothing of politics, but she knew that being friends with advanced ponies who could change their species with magic and build radios the size of books would be the kind of friends Equestria wanted very much to make.