Valkyrie got to her feet stiffly. It took her quite some time, as she was trying her hardest to look like it was easily done. Somehow the fact that she'd just had her throat essentially torn out did not connect in her mind with the right to appear 'weak' in any sense. The irony of taking much longer to do so than if she'd just staggered up in the first place was lost on her. She was disgruntled, that was for sure. Forced into her least favorite form and made to look like something to be tossed about like a ragdoll besides.<br/><br/><em>What the hell do we need it alive for?</em>She thought, glaring at the unconscious Uratha. But she could answer that question as well as she could ask it, so she kept it to herself. Information. They needed it alive for information. She shot a look and a stiff shrug at Little Howl.