Venus Quill.

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Comes sliding in, earbuds in and music turned so loud it could be heard from a distance . . . if only she weren’t shouting. “HELLOOOOO, ASGARD.” She’s in her room. Alone.

— wanted to hear. Clearly, though, Venus had misjudged /something/, and simply opted to let the previous topic drop, shoulders shrugging at the question asked. "S'real nice, I guess. Nothin' like where I'm from, but that's a good thing."

An eyebrow was raised then, though Venus said nothing, simply staring at the ginger as she made a joke out of Valier's mention of her. He'd only mentioned her in passing, and not by /name/ . . . but he'd mentioned her, and it'd been something she thought the other would've —

— Retracting her hand then, she reached to remove her earbud, managing to reach over and pause her music without ever looking. It was a habitual movement by now. "Like y'said, it's nice t'finally put the name to a face or . . . whatever."

An eyebrow raised slightly, though when no mocking of her chosen nickname followed, Venus' expression softened again, a small grin returning to chapped lips as she reached for the offered hand, recognition dawning a moment later. "Oh! Hey! Valier's talked about you before!" —

Given the markings covering the other's skin, Venus assumed that the female before her was one of Valier's friends, and she relaxed again, a grin tugging at her lips, followed by a nod at the ginger's question. "Yep! That's me, Venus Quill. Or Star-Doll, if y'like."

Gaze lifting, Venus blinked, simply staring at the redhead before her for a moment, earbud dangling at her side while the other remained nestled in her ear. She hadn't heard the approach due to such, and was . . . somewhat startled, but not much. "Uh . . . yeah, kinda."

Venus was currently perched between the feet of one of the many statues in the palace, her umpteenth attempt at making working jet boots laid out before her. She'd get it /one/ day.

Currently lying on her bed, the female’s focus was on the locket she was holding over her face, violet hues locked on the tiny picture of the Guardians inside. Homesick.

She should . . . probably check in with her father to let him know she’s okay, but that would require her to move and— Whines.