He pushed her away and it felt like he'd hit her. It reverberated through her and left her standing there numb.
"I-" she swallowed, looking back to the men and then to... no, not Thor. She couldn't allow it to be Thor. She couldn't allow herself to hope. "I have never meant to be in your way." Her voice caught and she moved quickly away from him, only not running because she forced herself to look even vaguely calm. She pushed through the other men as though they were nothing more than phantoms and outside the building she found the sunlight and fresh air and she drew it in thickly as though she'd never even seen it before.
Not Thor. Not her Thor. Just a man. Just a stranger. Just a builder who'd been unimpressed, who called her a whore.
But her stomach was still in knots and she reached up with her index finger to brush away the tears that threatened to ruin her makeup.