Cordelia had only just recently begun to settle into The Pitt on her own. From what she had seen so far, the place was just as dull as she expected, although there were a couple of exceptions. Talk of a ceremony known as "the blooding" as pretty interesting, and she was intrigued enough to want to go through it herself... eventually. She wanted to settle in a bit more beforehand, though. Didn't want to get her fur dirty when she wasn't prepared for it. Although, regardless of how recently she had joined herself, the ocelot felt a similar amount of annoyance to Sweeney as she spotted the pillar of sand within the desert. She had technically only been a Pittman for a few days, but this was their territory, damn it. They had no need for such gaudy displays of power. In fact, she would've shouted as much at Valhalla if she hadn't arrived just in time to see the feline letting it all crash down. She made sure to step back as he did so, wrinkling her nose a bit as sand was tossed freely up into the air.

After a moment, she muttered to herself in thought, "Valhalla..." What a name. She knew of the concept of Valhalla as an afterlife, but as a first name for someone? His parents must have certainly expected great things. Although, it would certainly be ironic if someone named after Valhalla wasn't worthy enough to get into it in death. The thought made Cordelia snort, shaking her head briefly before she stepped forward, "Hello there, Valhalla. My name is Cordelia Laska – be sure not to forget it. Oh, and... try not to cause too much trouble exploring, alright?" She was glad that newcomers like herself seemed to be drumming up a bit of new excitement around The Pitt, but she didn't really want to see more sand towers sprouting up all over the place. When had walking become such a difficult task?