Valkyrie | Not so Old Ben
Valkyrie brushed herself off; she was glad that Klaus could not see her like this. The outfit that he helped her pick out was ruined, and she had meant to make it home with it mostly intact. Actually she hadn't planned on it getting ruined at all, and now she was standing near ruined ships and broken bodies. There was no way her pretty Vegas outfit was going to make it. Her hair was a complete mess. She would apologize to Klaus, as soon as she helped take care of the damn creatures.
"If I do not, then I am not worthy of my name." She might not have learned fighting with a blaster, but she did learn to use whatever weapon she could. The blaster was possibly the best choice when the enemy carried so many of the things themselves.
"You will stay out of the line of fire?" She moved closer, flipping switches and hoping nothing exploded. "I would prefer you not get vaporized."