Valkyrie | Klaus
Valkyrie was a very lucky woman in that she wasn't given to betting. Not even when she knew a sure thing. She looked at the man in his eye protection - sunglasses - and his sandals? Where had he gotten those and how?
"Klaus." She hadn't met him before, but she believed she'd seen him along with a few others at that party the night she'd first arrived. "Valkyrie." She gave him a slight nod and a smile.
"Yes, I'm from town." She supposed she might get used to the name one day, but her hope was that she wouldn't have that sort of time. "This place isn't any cooler than...town, but it has more distractions." Her smile grew a little at the thought of seeing one of those distractions, something like the one she motioned to at Bally's: X Rocks
"I doubt they suffer from heat exhaustion." She smirked at the outfits the women were wearing. "Well, not from their costumes anyway." She wasn't judging; in fact, that show seemed the more amusing. She had no interest in catching a magic show, having lived with magic and technology that could almost seem so.