Get? He could just get? He wasn't the sort to "get." Who did this woman--
Thor paused in his consternation to loose Mjölnir once again, at another ugly mug appearing outside the hut, making sure to aim through the door rather than knocking a wall down. Demons, those he could hit as much and often as he liked. Though some of the ones in Sumer had fought back a lot harder than he'd expected. He hoped the Egyptian ones weren't quite so tough since apparently the she-creature was going to focus on birthing a baby.
And he'd keep an eye on her to make sure she wasn't one of those that meant harm, but somehow, Thor didn't think she was. Bossy. That's what she was. Bossy. And big-busted. Which wasn't any of his business, he reminded himself as he found another demon lurking.
"Are there usually this many?" he grumbled, looking for some indication of what he'd be facing and how to prepare. "Or are we waiting for more?"