"A ripped, Pop-tarts loving, slightly - mentally off Norse god. Or Norse alien god? I guess they are kind of aliens." Darcy admitted with a shrug, though her mental image of aliens generally consisted of the cliche that included green skin, big eyes, flying saucers, and antennas on the head.
"And Jane is used to me as her assistant. If there was too many questions, I'd be in trouble." She only paused briefly before adding, "Or - more trouble than usual."