If ever it were clear that she's on edge, despite the indifference on her face, it would be now. The sound of footsteps doesn't rouse her, but her name does, and she whirls and has her sword halfway unsheathed before she even has time to process the voice.

And yet her face still holds that cold, impassive expression.

She does process the voice, and the face, and she blinks twice before seeming to shake off whatever has her so on edge, and though her expression is still very controlled, she lets her relief show through.

"Hiccup. Toothless." She smiles - faint and tight, but there. "I'm sorry, I was... lost in thought." She glances back at the mask, briefly. "We should go. This place isn't safe."