[ Hilda would never consider Steve a doormat, but she certainly doesn't expect him to put up this much of a fight or commit to what surely has to be a joke. Except this isn't a joke. Her eyes follow his towards the pack and she can practically make out the outline of equipment that she's certain she's used with Natasha in the Horizon. Dread begins to creep up her spine. Thankfully it stops when she hears that Claude and Sylvain have had a hand in this.

Can smiles turn up in intensity? Hilda's sure does even if it's for a split second. It's a trick she had learned over the years: gritting your teeth didn't always have to look like that as long as you just kept smiling. It serves a dual purpose. If she's concentrating on making her gritted teeth look like a smile, she can't accidentally blurt out what she's thinking: She was going to make their lives so miserable.

Her smile is swept off her face into an apologetic look. ]

Ugh, Steve, I am so sorry. Claude and Sylvain must have gotten my schedule mixed up. I have a meeting with Alucard later and I really don't want to be late for it so maybe, you could come back tomorrow or something?

[ Or never. Come back never. She's not not trying to edge the door closed inch by inch. ]