He joined in her laughter. It was contagious, and though he'd just met her; it felt natural. It didn't take much for him to warm up to people, so long as they weren't outright attempting violence towards himself or those he cared about, Thor could get along with just about anybody. Clearly evidenced by his unlikely friendship with the God of Non-Violent Death.
"He does always correct me on that one." He shook his head, chuckling. To him, death was death; whether it was violent or otherwise, and Thor rarely remembered that particular distinction of Thanatos' title.
"You'll have to ask him about it sometime." The lightning still crackled around them occasionally, and he realized with amusement that they probably looked quite odd, standing there in the middle of an empty field in a thunder storm, laughing at poor impressions.