Freyja lowers her face as they near the activity, and making it out, she breathes a soft sigh through her nostrils.  "Quite a tussle, it seems."  She tips her chin respectfully as they near the scene, aware that any gesture she makes could be observed-- and potentially misinterpreted.  She speaks loud enough for him to hear over the noise of the coach's team, but doesn't move her lips.<br/><br/>From a suitable distance, she'll appear somber and a little unnerved.  In truth, she's only a notch above disinterested.  "Small raiding parties might have banded together for a big mark, but this many swords... looks odd."  She turns her gaze to Atal to briefly size up his reaction.  "Wonder what they were after?"  She subtly resumes scanning for the remote skirmishers and scouts that a party of this size would undoubtedly have posted.<br/><br/>"Problem is... if we stop, they might catch on.  If we run, they definitely will."  She manages a grim half-smile, tipping her head respectfully, as they near the battle site.