By the time she had managed to get back to the air, Prime had already gone flying, and while there was a certain bit of satisfaction to see Superman send him packing, she knew it wasn't enough. Even with two of them, he didn't seem the slightest bit nervous.
And he had no trouble making him harder to deal with by including civilians. It was a cowardly thing to do, putting people in danger. She had to wonder what kind of twisted mind he had, and what possible reason he could have for being that way.
She, of course, went after the other car. Rather than hurdle herself toward it, she waited until the car reached her, since she was the target anyway, and then caught it by the front. She was knocked back a few feet by the impact, but otherwise she was fine. When she looked up into the windshield, the people in the car seemed alright, just scared.
"I'm putting you down." she told them. "When you land, duck and run." she didn't give them time to respond. Adjusting her grip, she lowered them to the earth, and then took off again without touching the ground. She came beside Clark, not behind, she refused to make it look in anyway like she might be hiding behind him. "I doubt that's going to work." she informed him. "He's not like you. I've seen then Phantom version of you have more humility than this." she said, while staring at Zod. "Bizzaro, I mean, but we called him the Phantom for a while."
She wouldn't outright attack Prime while Superman was trying to talk to him, but the idea was at the front of her mind.