Thor was still processing, "Time Lords are real..."
"Heels? I can't run in heels. Heels are crap. Heels are terrible. Unless you are trying to win a ballroom competition and then, and only then, are they very, very necessary."
The Doctor snatched the clothing and starting going through what Natalia had offered, tossing anything she didn't like, "No. No. Completely wrong. Oooh, I like the jacket. Think I could be a jacket person? I'm the Doctor. I wear a jacket now. Fetch me a motorcycle. On second thought, don't. Where is the TARDIS?"
"I am very drunk," Thor realized. Tony clapped the Asgardian on the shoulder.