This is not the first time Thor has drifted like this, a sensation that has become common in the days since the war of the Stones. As if from a distance, he becomes aware that he is no longer alone when he sees movement pass between himself and the television, though he offers no resistance to having his drink pulled from his hand. He should do something - turn to look, try to speak, something - but his body does not belong to him in this moment, and it does not respond to his commands.

Who is that? The voice is familiar, but he cannot place why, and the visitor has moved away from where he can see. A small frown pulls at his brow as he wonders if maybe he is seeing things that are not there, now, and the little jolt of fear is enough to get him moving again, enough to sweep his gaze around the room to find her again.

"...what?" She asked him a question, right?