In the midst of powerful emotion, Thor tended to forget where he was. What was, and what wasn't appropriate; these were insignificant details; only made relevant once he was far removed from the situation that caused such a heated reaction in the first place. In retrospect; he could look back at his actions and think that perhaps, a different choice could have been made. A wiser choice. One that benefited those involved, and not just something that satiated an immediate desire of his own. Unfortunately, that retrospective outlook did little to prevent him from launching into the same methods as usual, whenever something provoked his anger.
He scanned her expression, the spark of her not quite human presence still buzzing around him faintly. If this had been under normal circumstances; he would have inquired of her origins, her patronage. Most importantly; her name. He was always curious when meeting different gods and goddesses. But he wasn't quite yet out of his emotionally affected state, and the only thing he registered right now were the of the moment details. Of any other perceived threats, or slight movements in the backdrop of their surroundings. He was all action and reaction; leaving little room for much else. But he could respond the immediate, and right now that was her voice.
It had a soft quality to it, almost lyrical. It was a stark contrast to coarse tone he had addressed her with. As she took the pendant and told him thank you; he loosened his grip on the necklace. Thor inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement of her thanks; somewhat taken aback that she was gracious instead of frightened. His intent was never to alarm, but of course; that was often the result. He'd done what he had always done; reacted in haste. Most of the time, people did not thank him for that.
His eyes then drifted to the scrape across her jaw, and it was a very good thing she had chosen that moment to place a hand on his arm. The touch itself had the strange effect of quelling the rage that had begun to reignite, at the sight of the harm that had been inflicted upon her. Then she'd said please, and his attention was brought back to their environment; rather than his sudden urge to barge back to where the man lay in a crumpled heap, so that he could violently reinstill in him further lessons in respect.
The please, in particular; had halted that action. It was such a small, simple thing. Yet it made a world of difference. At the core, he was driven by a desire to help, to protect. Just, oftentimes he went about it in ways that were less than civilized. But, if asked in the right way; there was little chance he could remain combative. The foreign warmth of her dark eyes compelled him to an act of cooperation, rather than resistance.
He nodded, glancing to their surroundings. "Where?"