Valkyrie had been patting her fingers free of powdered sugar when the question hit her ears, and she cocked her head.

Training. Another warrior. And another woman, at that. How long had it been? She'd done sparring plenty of times, but those rough and tumble matches on Sakaar were for leisure--hardly passing on the legacy. Valkyrie sized the young one up, shifting her weight to one leg. "What manner of training?"