Toothless pauses. The Viking isn't wearing any armor that he can see; she's like nothing he's ever seen, period. Or smelled, for that matter. There's a whiff of something on the air that he can't quite put his paw on.

Lost is a bit of an understatement. He blinks at Meg, canting his head to the side and blinking, and then nods.

Maybe she knows where this is...