Okoye is new to the Nexus, and while she's kept meticulous track of where and how she entered, she's got some time to explore before she leaves again. She's a bright figure, even against the blooming hills and sunny sky behind her, a blaze of red and gold in her uniform, outlined in intricately crafted leather. The general sternness of her expression has kept most people at bay, possibly coupled with the spearlike weapon at her side, but evidently she managed to soften up enough to do some shopping. When she comes to lean her hip against a fence at one end of the ring, she's got a Starbucks cup in her free hand.

She eyes Thor appraisingly from a distance, and he's definitely a powerful-looking specimen. For all that, she'd be inclined to assume he's just a regular old beefy white guy, except she's privy to nearly all the intelligence their war dogs bring in, and she's seen photographs of every appearance he's made on the planet to date.

"So," she calls out in greeting after a moment, "you're a god, ah? What are you doing playing around here?"

You're supposed to be in America somewhere, breaking things, my dude. If you've run out of crises, she's pretty sure she can find you one.