<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Fallon.jpg)</div>Assuming they can find no other hint as to the identities of the fallen, Fallon falls in beside the wagon.  "Even without their names," she tells Senna, "it might not hurt to send word back... just, like you said, not before we make the delivery," she adds, her eyes shifting slightly aside, hinting that she's considered the tactical importance of keeping the news quiet.<br/><br/>She rides straight in the saddle as before, with the same steady, natural calm tinging her gaze.  She manages to refrain from the distraction of casual conversation for several minutes; up to the discovery of the wagon, she'd been enjoying the friendly company-- the good-natured teasing, the flirtations, the superficial conversations.  But she didn't want to seem as if she didn't<i>care</i>about their discovery... it was obvious that some of the group disliked her already, whether out of jealousy, misunderstanding, or simple distaste for her humor, and there was no need to present the impression that she was oblivious to death or danger by simply continuing to chat.<br/><br/>She wasn't<i>oblivious</i>to it, exactly... she just didn't care to let it ruin her day.<br/><br/>So, ten minutes down the road, although she still seems vigilant enough in her study of the roadside, she speaks again, quietly and casually, so as not to alarm.  "I can think of a couple strings I'd like to see you pull, Jo."  She isn't sure anyone will even get the joke, or recall the cleric's words from before that spurred the comments, but she can't readily resist making an attempt to lighten the mood.<br/><br/>Casting a casual glance over at Koram, she smiles very faintly in his direction, giving a wink.  Incredibly simple in execution, the gesture conveys quite a bit... camaraderie, reassurance, a bit of flirtation. The others-- Andrea, Kyla, Sword, Allie, and Venus-- interesting enough people, certainly.  Plenty of time to get to know everyone-- it was a long way yet.