The Norseman was busy reworking the rooms of the weather tent when he heard the familiar voice call out to him. He'd recognize her accent anywhere, but the fact she greeted him in her native tongue made it incredibly obvious. "Well, if it isn't my favorite Valkyrie." He grinned, exiting the former sun room which was now starting to show the telltale signs of a snow storm.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked in a soft tone as if he could tell the woman wasn't perhaps in the best mood. He always adored her company, but having spent enough time with her, he could tell in a instant if she wasn't herself. Perhaps it was the fact she didn't have her usual smile in place. He chose to internally Vito his last question and instead he offered a simple word. "Bar?"