"Not if we can help it," Thor agreed. Stealing a ship was the furthest thing from his mind at this point. He was worried about keeping his hands, his hammer, and his--well, his Darcy. A lesser man (Loki, perhaps) might have said that she was a horrible Midgardian influence and drove him to do terrible things, but while they did those things together; made those decisions together, he would happily take the blame for all of it if it meant that she was safe.
He didn't say any of that, though, and continued smiling down at her (she was quite a bit shorter than him!). "You think it's too small?" He asked as he raised his arm and only flexed a fraction and heard the tiniest sound of a rip. His eyes widened comically. "...We'll go shopping if we're not imprisoned for the rest of our lives," he agreed. "Perhaps we'll get you some more 'serious' dresses, too." So he thought that she looked nice. Shut up.