Vert gave a sigh as half of the group got mad at her. "Laying low isn't something I can do. And my head doesn't just pop off, I can't put it back on.  Doesn't matter what I do, I'm still gonna stand back. But I will admit that was a dumb move on my part, didn't help that I have no idea on the layout of that city either. Also my mother did kind of drop me on my head, though it was more like she dropped my head." Vert said with a sigh towards the others.

"But in the future, don't let me drive like that, I tend to make bad decisions when I'm rushed like that." Vert added, she knew it wasn't an excuse for what she had the group do, but she honestly had no idea where she was going to take that cart on such short notice. "Going to a village seems like a good idea though. How's the wizard man?" Vert asked looking back into the cart. While there wasn't much at the old goblin camp there was a few scraps of cloth laying around, though that was about it. 

Steve in the meantime went over to George and seemed to encouraging nudge the other horse as if thanking him for his efforts. Steve seemed to have an interest in George. It could just be because they were both horses, or it could be because Steve was a very strange horse.