Still shaken by the now haunting image that replays in her head over and over with a voice over of 'Hiccup's dead' repeated constantly throughout her thoughts, she's startled by the sudden voice from behind her. She turns around quickly with wide eyes and a quivering mouth, not expecting the sight before her.

It's a child. Despite the fact that she had been dealing with war since the moment she could walk, it still surprises her to find someone so young in the same current situation as herself. Yet what's more upsetting is how Astrid suddenly feels the need to become immediately defensive. Child or not, after what she'd seen just now, it's hard to find herself trusting anyone at the moment.

Straightening her posture, she regains control of her emotions--she wouldn't dare look so vulnerable right now. "I-I'm fine."

Yet the question eats at her and she needs to know. Even if trusting wasn't something that would come too easy for her so soon, she certainly had her curiosities and minimum knowledge to help support it.

Gesturing at the screen behind her, still displaying more montages of deaths, she manages to mutter, "What is this?"