Angrboða smiled -- not smirked slightly, not sneered, but full-on smiled -- when Jonathan walked into the room. Why did she smile? Well for one she felt awkward as fuck about Hel's sudden babbling, and there was the fact that she was genuinely happy to see him. Admittedly, she'd been kind of a bitch to him the other day, but that was then and this was now, and today everything was fucking wonderful, amazing, and Jonathan was a really good friend to have agreed to do this. She opened her mouth to respond to Hel and to greet Jonathan when Max walked into the room as well.
"Well shit, looks like the gang's all here," she said, perhaps a bit too cheerily as she walked over to where Max stood. "Hi, you must be Max. I'm Riley, and that curly-headed motherfucker over there is Jonathan. We'll be hanging with you and Bethany today. Hope that's cool."
Hooking her thumbs in her belt loops, she nodded before turning to approach Jonathan. When she got to where he was standing she paused, looking him over in what could be considered an openly ogling fashion. "Nice hoodie," Angrboða offered by way of a greeting to him before addressing everyone again. "So, what's the plan kiddos?"
She felt like she could legitimately call them all that, considering she was the oldest one here. "I think Bethany said something about a movie, but I wasn't sure where that was going down. I'm up for anything, I even brought some snacks," she explained, patting the bag she was carrying, realizing that she was being way too fucking talkative.
In an effort to distract herself from spewing more word vomit, she reached up and ran her fingers through Jonathan's hair. "Your hair looks fucking awesome like that." Wait... did she just say that out loud?