Normally there would've been a sarcastic gesture of submission, but Troy felt like he deserved to be commanded like a dog. Come, sit, stay. Maybe if they got Zap home safe he'd get a 'good boy!', he thought with a dash of masochism.
He looked up into the belly of the beast behind him and locked eyes with Brunnhilde. They shared a lingering exchange of concern and skepticism. Troy had been in the room when Heimdall told the Thunder God to slow his roll... yet here they were. No wonder Heimdall was at home with the kids - he'd tried to rain on Thor's Main Street Electrical Parade.
"Bruce said tip," he interjected during the radio silence while his eyes faced forward again. C'mon, Zap. And Jimmy, he guessed. At least Jimmy could take a bullet...