Valkyrie brushed away the hand. "I'm alright," she said curtly. The spartan had never been one for touchy-feely, despite being quite a social creature.<br/><br/>She took measured breaths to slow her heartbeat and respiration back to normal levels. There was a pinprick in her back as the suit administered various drugs to her system, and the shaking in her extremeties begun to subside. Valkyrie was very familiar with the process. "Coping with the adrenaline and non-adrenaline caused by the body alarm reaction, Gladiator. Routine stuff," she said dryly. Though they were religiously trained and had a different metabolism than a normal human, some things were always the same.  The body's natural response to a life-threatening situation had enough advantages to stay.<br/><br/>That said, it fucking hurt.<br/><br/>Valkyrie started to walk, just to keep herself mentally occupied. "Why don't we look for Patric? Return signals should be clear either way."