I don't wanna get chased off with a shotgun

Valkyrie gently ran a claw down one of the eye sockets as Hymn approached. She followed a line, a fused point from a past injury, maybe, and peeled from its dimpled edge a curl of dried blood. Hymn addressed her politely and she slowly stopped what she was doing and rested her paw on top of the skull. She wasn't sure what to make of the man. It was clear he only had designs for Eisleif and that didn't sit well with her. What kind of man chose not to belong somewhere? As far as Valkyrie could tell he belonged to nothing and no one, and she was of the opinion that made him suspect.

"Oh?" She decided to toy with him a bit. "The answer is yes." Valkyrie waited a beat to let that sink in, then said, "I agree it is time for you to accept responsibility like a man and join us. Following us around like a pauper does little for one's image, no?" She didn't know why he was there or what he wanted, but she did know what she wanted and what she wanted was to suss out the man's intentions. Let her blunt and seemingly off-point assertion rouse him. She was ready for a fight if he took offense.