Fleetwing found himself stumbling over his own tongue. "I...I guess I can't. I suppose I was heading wherever there wasn't an angry mob out to get me, figure out where I could head next. Seeing how good my last lead turned out and all." If somepony could explain to him how the filly without a memory was somehow asking all the questions here, then he'd be eternally grateful.
Just then, a freezing wind cut through, sending him into a fit of shivers. "Augh, this ain't the place to be swapping pleasantries. How fast can you run, Violetta?"