She studied the immortal for a moment before deciding something. He wasn't mortal, which made her give him an inch of trust. "I will show you." Her accent had never gone away, even if it had gone more Norse in these days.
She pushed off the wall and went into the hospital. She gave a few words to a few other nurses before walking to the room. "Who are you?" She wasn't one for beating around the bush. He wasn't warrior like her, and she had some curiosity about who he may be.
"You do not feel like my people." She pushed the door open and straightened the blankets over the still form. She knew he was set to be interred so she pressed his dogtags around his neck. It seemed fair to have him be buried with them. She glanced back at the being when she finished. "I am Brynhildr. A Valkyrie of the Norse."