[What dancing and espionage have to do with one another, Sif does not understand. Thor's friends are strange, and his missions here even stranger.

Nonetheless, it was an evening out with the abject promise of violence or an evening in front of an ornately large moving picture screen, watching something called "The Real Homewives" with Darcy. She is relatively confident in her choice.

She smooths down the front of her dress, glancing around the room curiously.]

Explain something to me, Rodgersson. Why are so many of your people talking to small boxes rather than the people they have escorted here?