Ever since that misguided exchange on the network Valkyrie had been less than forthcoming when it came to socialization, but more than thankful for Tony Stark's prowess in booze making. Since Thor hadn't come to seek her out like she thought he would, Valkyrie had gone to him either. In fact she'd spent most of her time in her room with Dido and the drink. And ice cream.
It wasn't that she was heartbroken or anything like that, but more that she had never felt 'shame' before and it wasn't a good feeling. She'd like it to stop. In fact, she wondered why it had ever started; maybe because she had sort-of propositioned her own king. Bad move. Damn Darcy.
At some point Dido did need to relieve herself, so Val had haphazardly put some clothes on and taken her out around the block; once she'd gotten back in she'd let go of the dog's leash and gone into the room to remove her clothes. She was halfway through the process when she heard someone calling out from near the front door, and Dido run the distance between her water bowl and the door, but not to growl. Must not be danger - or Dido might not be too well trained.
Valkyrie, now slightly sober enough to be considered 'normal', walked out of her room in a hurry without caring that she had been in the middle of taking off her clothes. By the door was Dido greeting a slightly bewildered Bruce. And the door was open; she must've forgotten to close it.