Valkyrie | Klaus
Vegas was exactly what they needed right about now. Klaus was not about the heat, and he'd have spent his time wandering around town naked if he thought he could get away without without someone trying to hassle him over it - but Vegas? They didn't call it Sin City for nothing.
Sure he was dressed when he came through, but that wasn't really the point, the point was what he could get away with while he was there and he had a lot planned that he wanted to do. He'd already done a bit of gambling and a bit of drinking, and shopping when he came wandering out of a casino with his pockets full and some new designer sun glasses over his eyes and the gaudiest pair of sandals he could find to wear now feeling entirely at home when he spotted her.
There was something about people from Starklandia, they stood out just enough that he could tell them apart from all the other teaming masses that filled a place like this. And lowering his glasses just enough to be sure it was her he wandered over.
"You're from town right?" He asked, "Starklandia?" He clarified, because despite what some people thought of it, the name had stuck and Klaus didn't really care one way or another as long as he had a way of referring to the place that had become their home. "I'm Klaus," He added, introducing himself.