She should go back to the apartment yet the witch had very little desire to remain alone in the confines of those walls. She simply wanted the fresh air, though it be a little cold still, Vhalla knew the weather would chase her indoors sooner rather than later due to the loss of her jacket. Heaving a sigh, she almost convinces herself to leave the forest when the deep voice of a man startles her. Flinching, she launches to her feet, whirling around and she's even more surprised to see her body engulf in flames once again as a jet of fire shoots in the direction of the voice.

Stumbling backwards, she swats at the flames in the air, as if she could really put it out that way. Finally, she manages to subdue the flames again as she takes a deep breath. Rotating her head in the direction of the man, she arches her brow at the faint familiar figure. Tossing a hand on her hip she glowers at him, noting the singed arm of his leather jacket, completely ruined now. Quickly doing a once over to see if she had harmed the man she can't help but hide the disbelief in her features, "Are you insane? I could have roasted you!" She snarls at him as she attempts to calm the thumping of her heart.

She was that close to harming someone with her flames again. It dredged up awful memories that the assassin subdued long ago. Taking a deep breath, she takes a step closer, eyeing his arm. From where she was standing she had a difficult time telling if she had burnt the man, or merely the jacket. Instead she searches his features for any sign of pain. After her inspection, she traces the ruined arm of his jacket again before a wide grin spreads across her features, the assassin is close to leaping with joy but she refrains from doing so. "Do you know how long I've been trying to create something? For hours! What did it look like? Was it a ball of fire or a jet?" she interrogates the man quickly, excitement flushing her cheeks, forgetting she had nearly just barbequed him.

Tilting her head, it finally dawns on her who the man is before her. She had met him once at The Ark, he had denied her entrance to the fights and had simply told her it was a place for shifters only. Her icy eyes harden at the memory, all trace of excitement gone, though it had been several months ago, Vhalla hadn't been particularly fond of the man after that; they had also met for maybe five minutes. "I remember you," Vhalla states eyes searching his features once more, "Your name's Teddy... Ted... Something like that," she mumbles before continuing, "You wouldn't let me fight," she frowns at him, removing her hand from her hip as she prowls closer to the stranger halting a few feet away. This man had once been Sam's lover and as far as Vhal knew, he was supposed to be decomposing in a ditch somewhere.

Arching a curious brow at him, she folds her arms across her chest, the lean muscle shifting beneath the length of her suit, "Aren't you supposed to be dead? I heard from Sam before she left that you were, well... disintegrated," she trails off, realizing she had nearly just set the man on fire who had been brought back from the dead. Cringing inwardly, she can't help but feel a little remorse but her curiosity trumps that guilt. "What makes you so special?" she questions, her eyes narrowing, "Why do you get to come back from the dead?"