Victoria looked at the angel with suspicion in her eye. She really did what to smite her summoned familiar. She did not need help especially not from an angel. The angel said it was a sign of good faith and Victoria herself could see the creature did not have the strength to kill her. Still, Victoria did not understand it. She wanted to reject it but she did not know how the angel would react. 

Maybe she would have acted if a dragon did not wing its way into the group. It shrank to a more manageable size which Victoria took as a courteous gesture. She liked dragons more than angels. At least you know if a dragon is angry with you. That dragon retained some pride with that headdress of hers. Victoria was almost jealous of the dragon's humanoid looks. She knew it was an illusion but still. 

Continuing to try to ready the planeswalker and situation, Victoria noticed the merfolk stand. Merfolk or mermaid she thought which was the polite term. The fish had the same attitude as her about the others. Defenses first, just the field, and maybe kill everyone. If the merfolk was smart enough to think like Victoria, Victoria knew she would be just as much of trouble.

When the being calling himself the dread cultist Mot spoke, Victoria's attention immediately focused on him. Trying to sound angry and annoyed Victoria addressed him, "Dread Cultist, Why do you care so much about that worthless place. You are a planeswalker no? There are plenty of space to call your own on a infinite numbers of world. Why should I give my concern to it? Who took the plane?"