She wasn't really all that concerned with Hel being dressed nicer, it wasn't like she was attempting to impress anyone. As far as she could figure it, she'd gotten Jon's attention by dressing how she did normally so if she ever chose to get fancy he'd be too shocked to comment. Not that she minded his commentary, most of the time, but he didn't need to know that. In fact, nobody needed to know that the curly-haired former bridge-watcher was fast becoming someone she felt she could rely on, mainly because she had a feeling the reaction would not be positive.
Continuing to just beam up at Heimdallr, she had no idea why she was obsessing over his hair. Something about those curls just made her want to boing them, which was just weird enough an urge to have her giving it a second thought. If it was possible to side-eye oneself, Angrboða would absolutely be doing it right about now. Instead, she just linked her arm with Jon's like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Thanks, I am feeling particularly fucking awesome today, Jonathan." He really was so damn perceptive.
"Yeah, agreed, horror or Tim Burton works for me too," she agreed, nodding slightly. She loved her a good horror flick, but she had no problem sitting through whatever everyone else wanted to watch. She was sure she could find some way to amuse herself.