Perhaps it's for the best that it's Pamela asking. Firmly under the influence of her pheromones, right now it doesn't hurt as much for Thor to think of his friends, better able to remember the good times without the constant stab of grief grinding away in his belly. Distanced, not as raw, as if he's had years to process instead of only months.

For today, at least.

Though while he's able to answer, he's perhaps not as helpful as he'd like to be. "I don't know. Some of them are keeping busy. Helping others. Natasha, Steven, Rabbit... I haven't heard from Stark or Banner, or Barton." There are others, but he doesn't know them well enough to be friends. And others still that have joined the dust and ash of the universe, as even the Avengers did not escape the culling with their numbers unscathed.