It was awkward trying to get her to stop referring to him as master on the flight back from Canterlot. Indeed, he couldn’t believe this was the same pony who had tried to kill him with an elemental on that train ride. When she wanted to kill or capture you she was as brave, fearless and stupid, as one could hope a minion to be, a mare with a mission. Faced with a complete stranger she was cold, indifferent and generally unpleasant, but could hold her own in a conversation to an extent, although it was amusing to see her treat a king as if he were no more than common rabble the few times Joachim actually bothered to strike up a conversation with her on the flight back. However, faced with someone with nominal authority over her, she has a complete one-eighty in personality, so much so it was actually kind of jarring to witness. One minute, brash confident and courageous, the next a God-damn shrinking violet.