She's used to elegant Vibranium weaponry, much of which is more complicated than it looks, precision engineered to be used up close or at a distance. The weapons he has sitting here are far simpler, made practical. She makes a soft humming sound that indicates she might be judging a little. But for training purposes, this stuff isn't half bad.

"I don't know any targets," she tells him with an arch look. Her face is expressive, bright, professional dignity overlaying an undercurrent of oh-you-will-respect-me. "But I am almost finished with my frappuccino."

Look, this also counts as intelligence-gathering, facing off against an Asgardian warrior.