[hr][hr][center][b][h3][color=#a81a75]Runa Johansson[/color][/h3][/b][img]https://i.postimg.cc/7YrrpX7R/moodboard-Runa.png[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Runa stared at Klara, her heart pounding as seconds felt like they stretched out into years. She didn't know what to say to answer her. And the longer she thought about what exactly to say, the more awkward the fact she wasn't saying anything had become - it was an exponential increase, a growth of awkwardness. Eventually, she decided for an incredibly belated nod, although Runa was pretty sure Klara must have thought she was an idiot or a freak with a language impediment. Maybe she should have been playing dumb this entire time - she could have claimed to only speak Norwegian even and not understand a word of English. 

	[color=#a81a75]"Uh..."[/color] Runa squeaked, trying to decide what to do. So many things were coming at her, so many choices to make. Some of them were small - did she want to eat around a bunch of bloodthirsty strangers, eat in her room, or sneak off to another plane of existence? Others were larger - should she trust Loki and try to save her father and by extension the world from complete destruction? Going down to Earth had the definite benefit that she could avoid the hungry and hangry murderers in the dining hall - or Food Court - or whatever it was that they had here. She could also bolt more easily she had to imagine. At least on Earth, things made sense and she could just dash onto a bus. [color=#a81a75]"...Earth would be nice."[/color]