Valkyrie | Not so Old Ben
Valkyrie might have continued the lean for a little while longer, her hand still in Ben's. She had no illusions about whatever their current position might mean or be. She was taking a moment to be comforted simply by being close to another warrior. It had been a long time since she'd sought anything like.
"Drinks then." She smiled brightly and knowingly, which didn't exactly fade as she let Ben's hand go, after a quick squeeze, to lift the blaster. Nothing would get by them, no one who shouldn't be passing through the door. Though she'd make sure none of brain creatures would attack those who seemed to be of this world either.
She might have actually laughed as she settled in to wait and watch. The sentinels at the door.