Curiously she followed. She could tell he was a warrior, just from the way he walked. Not Norse though, which was half a pity. She didn't see nearly enough of her kin as she'd like to. At least the ones she got along with.
She looked up at him and smiled before offering her hand. "Brynhildr. Valkyrie of the Norse." She believed in being forward, sometimes painfully so. And she was trying to be a bit more social. She heard it could be fun.