[i]Foolish. Reckless. Stubborn.[/i] She couldn't distinguish her words from her fathers at this point, though she was sure they both shared the sentiments. She hadn't thought at all and now her spite-fueled actions had landed her... here. Why Midgard? Yes, that was probably spite too, that and the knowledge Loki couldn't follow. It hadn't taken Kat long to realise how small this world was so it wasn't truly a surprise when this group had found her. And so she found herself here, a caged weapon as far as she could tell. 

Technically she couldn't complain about her treatment; there had been no bars or chains so she'd been sure not to give them any reason to change that. Nor had she complained when the escort of two agents came to lead her to this meeting of the new avengers. [i]At what point does spite become malice?[/i] She wore Midgardian clothing with no discernible weapons on show, but her roots evidently won out as she dressed in stylish leather. [color=9966CC]"As much as I appreciate the company, is this really necessary?"[/color] Her question went unanswered but it appeared they'd arrived so she didn't push the issue.

Walking in she gave a brief look around to look at her 'teammates'. She hadn't expected to recognise anyone - she'd been here a matter of months - but that was proven wrong with one glance at the broad back and blonde haired individual speaking to another. She didn't need to see the hammer at his hip. [color=9966CC]"Oh."[/color] She breathed, with a quick side glance to one of the agents. Getting her here hadn't been the problem, what happened when she and Victor were in the same room however...

[color=9966CC]"This was brave of you, and potentially very foolish."[/color] She spoke clearly to the agents who escorted her, but didn't take her eyes from Victor.