Valkyrie | Klaus
"I would prefer not to have to crack a man's skull or break his nose to defend your honor." Valkyrie's smile faded ever so slightly as if she were serious; then the smile came back, along with a wink. She nodded slightly.
"A bag is good to have." She smiled, helping with the chips. "I came ill prepared for this place. Next thing you know I might need my sword." She shook her head, then winced as if she might have jinxed herself. She preferred being prepared, yet just thought of things going south made her wish she had her best weapon, the only actual weapon she had.
"Sequins?" Her lips pursed. No, she did not like the idea of sequins. "Nothing too flashy. Something very nice, I would appreciate that. Nothing too much, just something nice. I would be happy with that. I thought I might cut my hair." She reached up to touch her hair; she wasn't sure about the change, but it seemed the thing to do. Change was needed.