"I was with a group. They call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy." Thor explained. Also, verily? Loki hadn't used that word in a long time. Thor never was her equal in telling stories, but he was also never meant to be. Loki had the silver tongue and Thor, the uru metal hammer.
"Hallways." He couldn't help the scoff that followed the word. "Is that what you've been up to since you've been here?" Tree might have liked that. Rabbit, no, Rocket, he had to remind himself, would have found something to tinker with or something to shoot. Thor decided then he needed a project. He could be his own project. Why not?
Thor still hadn't lost all the weight he'd gained during the blip anyway.