For a moment, she thought he was going to be a problem, and her grip tightened on the hammer. Especially when he chuckled. That hadn't made her feel at all comfortable, and she had started planning in her head how she was going to evade him long enough to get somewhere safe. Because fighting him would be foolish. While she was strong and fast, she wasn't stupid enough to think she would be a match for somebody his size.
But after that first unsettling minute, he tilted his head almost gallantly and then he turned around. Sigyn didn't waste time, she grabbed her overdress and pulled it on. The headdress and cloak could be grabbed if she had to run, or left behind if necessary. But at least she wouldn't show up at the gates of Asgard looking like a trollop.
Though she was starting to think maybe she wouldn't have to run. He hadn't turn around at all while she'd gotten dressed. Nor had he badgered her with questions as she'd half expected him to. All in all, once she'd made her request, he'd been fairly polite. So it would be rude on her part to simply bolt. Besides, it would mean that all the work she'd done that day would have been for nothing, and Sigyn always hated waste.
“Alright,” she finally announced. “You may turn around now.” Then before she could stop herself, Sigyn asked bluntly, “And just who are you anyway?”