stumbles forward in a flash of light, axe raised, eyes wild with adrenaline, scanning the strange surroundings

What—where in Odin's name—?!

drops into a fighting stance, breathing hard, fur and leather armor still singed from battle

These... these towers of glass and stone... the roaring metal beasts... what sorcery is this?!

turns sharply at the sound of a car horn, gripping her axe tighter

Stay back! I am Astrid Hofferson of the Hooligan Tribe, and I will not be taken without a fight!

pauses, chest heaving, really looking at you for the first time

...You. You don't look like a dragon or a soldier. Where am I? What is this cursed place? Speak quickly before I decide you're a threat.