[She tilts her head.]

Like the wolf. Well, it's nice to meet you, Fenris.

[She's met enough Norse Gods not to be surprised. He certainly doesn't look Asgardian. Maybe a title rather than a name, or a world different enough that the connotations carried with it are entirely divorced from the concept she knows? Still, she drops her hand from where she'd held it out.]

You want the ten cent tour? I can always carry you. [A beat.] Might have to lose the armour, though.