Thor groans and tips his head back, a little more dramatically than is really called for. "Every time I think I've got their slang down, they come up with something else. How do you keep up?" And Prometheus isn't even friends with Tony Stark, the source of a truly dizzying amount of turns of phrase, from whom Thor has learned a great deal of his Earth vocabulary, if not on purpose.

Prometheus' enthusiasm about Thor's childhood friend is in stark contrast to the way Thor's chest feels twisted up into a tight knot, though greatly muffled by the alcohol. "I dunno. Haven't seen her since th' funeral. I don't know if she..." If she is - was - the Sif from this universe. If she vanished into dust. If he'll ever see her again.

He's probably overthinking it. That's all he seems to be able to do these days. He takes another long, deep drink, trying to chase those thoughts away and lose them in the fog. "I should go find her," he decides abruptly, though he can't quite seem to stand up to do it. "At least tell her... what happened to Heimdall."