Valkyrie | Not so Old Ben
How she had managed to walk around all night was anyone's guess. Actually, it wasn't hard to guess. She'd met a few more people from town, and she found herself wondering. Or wandering.
Thankfully the shoes they'd purchased with their winnings, and she had no idea how they won like they had, were good for walking around. The dress wasn't bad, showed a little more skin than she was used to, especially in the leg area. And the back of her neck felt very bare; she'd given in to temptation. Klaus had been very supportive through the whole experience.
She didn't feel like a new woman, and when things started going off, she felt like a damn fool. Fighting in a dress? Without a sword? Where was Shuri? Klaus? Nyx? Her lips pursed a little. She'd find them, and she'd make with the saving.
"Get out of the street!" She started ushering people out of the way. "Stop staring and go!" She yelled at one couple who started filming with their phones. She couldn't believe that anyone would just stand there like that. "Move!" She demanded, and that seemed to work, even if she was just called 'bitch.'