She watched the girl approach, hand resting at her belt and within easy reach of her weapon. Cassandra could have been faster than her because the girl moved like something dangerous. But Barda had a distinct advantage. She was durable. Barda didn't move with stealth. She was a soldier, not a spy, and that showed in the sure stance and in the solidly build stride away from the window, as if she weren't quite ready to be caught looking at it. Barda put the image, and the sensations it provoked, away for the moment.
She didn't introduce herself immediately, waiting for Cassandra's own introduction. And then the words came out in that strict, clipped tone. "Big Barda. Captain. Female Fury Battalion. 1102."
It was the only introduction she would offer and the only thing she would say. Barda would not have objected being called his jailer, although she might have pointed out that captor was perhaps a better word for it. Or that Scott could have come along quietly and saved everyone the trouble of this entire affair - without the frost giants, SWORD carrier, and this new infringing upon the earth home of some new person. She looked at the newcomer, the dark man, and didn't know that she liked the look of him.
Instead, when Scott made the comment about favors, Barda snorted inelegantly and resisted the urge to cross her arms. "You're stalling."