Narrowing her eyes, Hel stared back at the object of her irritation- ie Jecht. His laughter serving to further displease her. What insolence.

Having no idea what he was referring to all she could gather was that he'd been through the ringer in his own dimension. More importantly, he wasn't dissuaded.

The instructions to look behind totally could have been a bluff, but in this instance it wasn't. A low growl rumbled in the hall way, followed by fierce barks. The corner of her lips quirked slightly upward.

Bark, bark bark, grrrrruff!
(You heard Master Hel! Back off!)

[Garm's text will be in italics, the translation of which in parenthesis. Yes- Hel can understand her doggo]