The Valkyrie gifted her with a smile, a real one, rare from her lips. She was not a well settled person, anger came easier, rested easier on her face. She soaked up the breeze, thinking of New Asgard.
"That is, more or less, my default look." She said, amused, looking up again at the woman, "peace doesn't come easy, and it is nice to find a tiny bit of it here." She didn't seem to mind, though, she knew she looked angry almost all the time.