The assassin sometimes forgets that there were other supernatural creatures that held such powers but when he simply vanishes into thin air and reappears a few feet to her left, she can't help but physically flinch away from his direction. Vhalla had learned to be wary of other magic users as she didn't have the ability to control her own affinity. Frowning in his direction at the sudden reappearance of the man, it helps her stifle the flames again. "If someone is literally on fire I'm not sure I would sneak up on them," she scowls at him haughtily, placing a hand on her hip.

After her scare subsides, she can't help but feel the excitement growing in the pit of her stomach that she had managed to create something other than her becoming a human torch. When he responds, she listens to him eagerly giving him a quick nod that she had heard him, ignoring that he had nothing much else to say on her jet of fire. Pleased with herself, she smiles slightly looking away from him briefly. It's only when he gives her a backhanded compliment does she frown in his direction, inspecting him from head to toe, recognizing him as the man from The Ark and Sam's boyfriend.

Narrowing her eyes at him she shrugs her shoulder, eyeing the scorched material briefly. Vhalla has a difficult time deciding if Tet is being in sincere or he was simply mocking her. To be fair, she did try to light him on fire, he had every right to mock her, however, Vhalla was stubborn and didn't take to being made fun of easily. Folding her arms across her chest, she mentions The Ark's fighting rings and she can't help but look at him incredulous.

The assassin finds herself rather offended that he would suggest that she would die in the fighting rings. He clearly did not know her at all if he imagined she would fall victim to an animal. Even if she were not allowed to fight with a dagger or magic, she had just her bare hands she would manage, she always did. Scoffing at him, she digs her fingers angrily into her sleeved arms, to keep from reaching out to poke him in the chest. "You would do well to remember that I am not someone who is easy to kill and I would not be beaten or killed, for that matter, by a- by an animal!" she sneers at him. Perhaps the assassin had taken it too far but she had such an urge to settle matters right here and now to show him she didn't have just some fragile human body.

After several moments when she answers Sam, she arches a brow at him, those arms still folded across her chest angrily. "No, I don't she just up and left without a word," she says bitterly, hating that she was suddenly so honest with him. Looking away from him it's only when his tone changes very subtly about being brought back from the dead that draws her back in. His emotional state had suddenly shifted, very, very slightly, to becoming depressed and confused that has Vhalla dropping her arms to her sides, feeling uncomfortable that she had brought it up. The assassin never did well around others who felt sorry for themselves or crying, how she despised situations where someone was crying. She was not one to console others, she simply did not know what to do rather than pat them on the back and tell them to get over it.

You can imagine how well that goes most of the time.

Sighing, she glances at him again rubbing a hand on the back of your neck, "Er, forget about it. Forget that I-that I mentioned it," she mumbles, her cheeks flushing very light in embarrassment as she looks away.