Entering the parlor, Valkyrie noted the tumbling sound of the drying machine. When first Valkyrie had encountered the dryer, it involved some attempts at instinctive operation that ended with holes and frayed fabric where the frustratingly delicate clothing was concerned. Some advice for Bo was enough to set her straight.

It was arrival day, but she wasn't in the prime welcoming mood--not yet, anyway. The last few nights had involved some charged debate about Asgardian refugee settlement with Thor, and the tension was accumulating with no signs of leaving.

"Can you fit me in?" Valkyrie nodded at the redhead, rotating her bare arms restlessly. "Certain places I can't reach myself."