Dave looked over Thor, the ridiculous outfit, and tried not to wince. When Stark came, he was so not going to be in this building. "I wasn't blind to New York, sir. I just... This is Vegas and this wouldn't be first time we've seen someone try to look like any of you."
That was seriously the wrong thing to say and Dave knew it. He cleared his throat. "I mean, yes. We'll take care of him. And no, I'm not a detective. Is his friend a god, too?"