An hour should be plenty of time, and yet Thor's not quite sure where that time went when the knock comes at the door. His head still aches, and the bathroom is a mess best not spoken of, but he's managed a whole glass of water and that counts for something.

"Just a moment," he calls out, not quite as loud as it probably should be, and double checks to make sure the bathroom door is closed and the empty glasses are in the sink. There's a smell of ale in the house where he must have spilled some on the carpet, but there's nothing that can be done about that right now.

He's been avoiding mirrors, so he does not know how rough he looks as he pasts a smile on and opens the door. "Good morning." At least, he hopes it still is.