Frigga rarely spends the bulk of her time in the sparse quarters she has been granted by whatever power brings them here. She would rather be out, exploring the city, meeting new people, or reconnecting with those she has already met. Especially the ones she has taken under her protection - whether they are aware of it or not.

As queen of a warrior race and a skilled fighter herself, Frigga is not squeamish around blood, but there is stormy anger in her eyes when she sees Tara walking down the street smeared with it and obviously having suffered a shock.

"Tara?" The question is more to call for the young mother's attention, although if it gets more an answer of what happened, Frigga will not regret it, and Frigga's voice has a steady strength she hopes will help as she approaches.