With a sigh, Thor shifted his weight as he stared out the window of the small room. What he could see of Eight was quiet and he was almost certain that was intentional. All the citizens that he saw pass through the small square in front of the Justice Building seemed rushed and kept their eyes turned down as they maneuvered around the Peacekeepers that patrolled the area. Despite the tension, there was no violence or even a raised voice; everyone seemed to be minding their own but Thor did not really mistake that for happiness or contentedness.
Behind him, the door to the room opened and Thor turned, expecting to see one of the assistants wringing their hands and working up the courage to actually speak to him but instead saw Steve Rogers. The man seemed ready to turn on his heel and flee despite greeting him and Thor waited long enough to let him before acknowledging him.
"Good afternoon," he replied. Assessing his companion, Thor noticed that Rogers seemed more standoffish than Bucky had been earlier. Of course, Bucky could have been simply a better actor and bore any ill-will and distrust for others without wearing it in his body language. Countering the other Victor's attitude, Thor kept himself less guarded as if he was taking this as seriously as he had seemed to take the rest of the photo shoot.
Roger's bringing up the mines caught Thor by surprise however. Though it had barely been a few weeks since the cave in and the rescue, time seemed to have stretched and warped oddly where Thor felt it had been much, much longer than that. Since he had become the face of whatever this promotional circuit was, Thor had only gone to Two once or maybe twice on an assignment and had only remained there for less than a day before being shuffled along to another district. In these past few weeks, Thor had been completely and utterly severed from everything he called home and suddenly thinking about it again in any capacity when he had been so otherwise preoccupied with maintaining the image that he was required threw him off the laid back attitude he was trying to project at this moment.
Thor had protested going into the Capitol Medical Center. Not trusting the staff there despite the fact they were only doing their dictated jobs, Thor was hesitant to enter their care, concerned that Stane would have instructed them to do things to him while he was under. He had allowed them to clean up the visible cuts and bruising on his face, but had had underplayed the strains and the injuries he had sustained when the tunnel collapsed further during the rescue. It was a ridiculous stubbornness that could have really done him harm, but the medic he had gotten to know well had ruled out a concussion before he had been whisked away to the Capitol and everything else was trivial in his mind.
"I am still standing." Thor laughed, attempting to keep things light. It was not that he disliked or did not trust Steve, it was that he was well aware that this building could very well be under surveillance and Thor was hesitant to let his guard down in this place. Bucky's home had been different, but this building was too closely tied to the Capitol that Thor knew better. "I have been able to speak with the other men since and they are doing well." That was a lie; the families of the men too crippled to return to work were suffering but Thor was afraid admitting such a thing would undermine his business here.
Panem needed to be perfect and Thor was here to spread that false truth. No matter how much he didn't believe in it.