She will most certainly try. In a friendly way. There's more than one reason she might bring Valkyrie to mind, though neither of them know it. Both have been leaders of the elite guard to which they belonged, and both have known grief and political turmoil because of it.

"It would be unwise to presume," she agrees mildly. "My name is Okoye. Of the Dora Milaje. You have heard of Wakanda?"

Maybe he has, maybe not. If not, she's decided he's gonna learn. She steps around his gathering of weapons to lean her spear against a tree, and sets the mostly-empty frappuccino cup on the ground beside it. "Do not touch either of those," she tells him, with a look that says there might be a real fight, if he does.

(Maybe not over the Starbucks, but definitely over the weapon.)