Valkyrie was trying to keep her face impassive, and it wasn't working out so well for her. It was one of many reasons she preferred her Uratha form. It was so much easier to avoid looking like she was feeling anything at all. As it was, she looked rather disgruntled. She was dusting herself off, trying to look uninterested when--in actuality--she was listening very carefully indeed.<br/><br/>"I don't run." She said flatly.<em>Yes you do,</em>said that horrible little voice in her head that liked to tell the truth at inconvenient times.<em>You love to run.</em>She winced a little, and kept her eyes on her own injuries. When she felt she'd gathered herself sufficiently, she looked up ... just in time to catch Sangre's glare. Kyrie bristled visibly--even without fur, her lip curling a little over blunt human teeth.