[Jane definitely isn't at her best, obviously tired and she probably shouldn't be leaving the hospital, but she doesn't care. Tiffani can sleep it off when they get back to Vegas. Unfortunately, Thor pulls her close and her protests are lost in the wind as he flies them to Stark tower. The ride is thankfully short and she follows through sheer force of will up to an office she doesn't recognize. As soon as they're Vegas side, Tiffani turns to leave, but he pulls her through to New Mexico.]
What the hell? I wanted to go. [She's annoyed, her hands on her hips, and she kind of wants to slap him, but that would expend too much energy.] I have to do everything apparently. Fine. [She's huffing as she moves to one of the work stations where her jacked and bag are. She roots around in her bag for her keys and tosses them to him.] Now I'm going. You can deal with SHIELD. And after I get some sleep, we're going to have a serious conversation about how you should have let me die, you moron.