You could never tell if Mallory liked you or not, you'd died a heroic death, ended up in Valhalla, and now you spent your days trying not to die a thousand deaths and wait for doomsday. As Mallory adjusted the straps of your armor she shook her head, rolling her eyes as she alternated between english and gaelic, "Can't even put on armor right....right useless.." She mumbled as she tightened your armor until it was almost too tight, once she was satisfied she shoved a shield into your chest "Try not to die in the first five minutes."