Re: Valkyrie | The Doctor
There were words, and Valkyrie understood some of them. Others were only somewhat clear. She watched the woman’s lips move, catching everything, filling in here and there. She was about ask “tardis,” assuming it was a computer or some data gathering device, or a pet? Then there was another question, one that got an answer of a slight head shake to the negative, which was followed by a stare.
“Tony Stark?” Her attention shifted to the dancers and drinkers. The name meant something even though she hadn’t been close. The probability of a dead man being mayor was beyond her current skills, her mind not wanting to make complete sense of it, even if she’d seen a great many thing in her long life.
“Where are we?” Her focus returned to something that didn’t cause all sorts of feelings. One was a quick feeling of dread/fear/confusion at possibly finding Hel was not what she thought it would be.