Thor glances up when she enters and curiously gets a good look of her as she's walking up. She carries herself with a very similar confidence to himself. Thor tends to stride into rooms with a presence few can ignore, and there is an energy to her too. He believes her when she said she could handle him in a spar now. Thor knows power when he sees it, which only makes her more fascinating. Her smile is immediately mirrored. There is much less weight on his shoulders than the Thor she met, less grief and agony. He hasn't lived through the loss of everything he loves, or the drop in self-esteem and self-hate.

"I still have it, it's in my room. It catches on too many things when I'm walking around here." That is the problem with capes! He loves them, they're very dramatic which suits him, but there have been one or more incidents when his cape makes him appear less cool than he'd like by catching on something.

Thor pours her some of what he's having, a drink neither from Asgard or Midgard that is close to one of his favorite ales from home. A little lighter than any Asgard drink, but heavier than Midgard. "Ale of a kind. I've been testing all of them out one by one."