Mr. Thunder God, sir. Troy should've expected as much. Jimmy was the most buttrock dude on the planet. Until now. "Bitchin'," Troy agreed, mostly because it was really fucking funny to hear Thor repeat Jimmy's catchphrase. But partly because he agreed in full.
"Wait, Thor," Rocket interjected, "don't answer questions about your hair right now. Or ever," the raccoon-looking mutant shot a look at Jimmy and then looked back up at Eva and Thor. "I'm the last of my race," he muttered under his breath while Odinson went on about his amazing epic vacation with the Hulk. Then, his ears perked when his name was dropped. "It's true," he confirmed.
Zap felt a weight on her shoulders that was much heavier than Thor's hand. She paid a respectful amount of attention to Jimmy's questions, and slightly more to Thor's answers, but her focus was on how strained the blond man's voice was. Nearly hoarse. And his eyes were tired. There had been a terrible fight that she'd missed contributing to in order to stop what had already happened. But if she dove into that well of remorse and self-blame, she'd be back to needing a lifeguard. "He was," she said, of Forge, and finally offered Thor a partial smile in return of his own. "I'm not sure what was transferred to me, but I know a lot of the people he had connections with. I might need some time to work," she gestured to her head, then body, "this all out, but I can get a hold of some contacts now," today, that was. "You can take a look - of course," this was said to Rocket, specifically. At that moment, Eva texted Dom and alerted him to watch the raccoon like a hawk.
"I'm sorry about Asgard... and your father," Zap said, having gathered from his recount that Odin was gone as well. She watched his face for a moment, attempting to convey that she shared his pain. Losing a father was hard enough, but being the last of your kind was something few people knew the hurt of. She looked around the room, then, and realized they were all in the same boat. Dying breeds, with or without the disappearances.
"And your hair," Troy added.
Zap rolled her eyes but smirked begrudgingly at Jimmy, then looked back up to the Thunder God. "You look good," she promised. "But we have to do something about your eye," her brow furrowed and her head tilted back a bit, finally letting on that she found it a bit distracting.
"Hey. I smuggled that eye - and it just might've saved your precious Wakanda!" Rocket argued. "But yeah, he looks weird."