When the other girl plants a finger on her lips, leaving a disgusting, bloody smear on her as she does, it's not exactly easy for her to resist the urge to knock her hand away and spit. Which she does. But, well. She's never been a big fan of having people touch her face. Well. It's more of a gut instinct than anything, which is exactly why she focuses on cleaning her mouth before paying attention to whatever it was that was freaking Samantha out.

Initially, she blinks, confused and unsure of what it was that she was hearing. Living in New York, the sound wasn't personally familiar outside of what she had heard in movies, but it manages to click quickly enough. Sighing with the highest amount of exasperation she had displayed since arriving at Asgard, she immediately grabs the other girl by the wrist, turns in the opposite direction of the sound, and begins to run for it. As reckless as some might say it is, generally being too annoyed to properly react to things did have its charm in situations like these.

"Little suggestion," she says, not exactly preoccupied with keeping her voice down at the moment. "Don't trip, because I am so not up for picking up any stragglers."