Re: Dishabile
No shirt, no problem. Thor was on rilin' time. Her husband was teasing her, to a degree. Both in attire and with his words. "Understatement," Zap muttered as she pulled her eyes off the sweaty being and looked back down at her current focus. A bomb. She'd made armors. She'd made weapons. She'd made matter-absorption devices... But on top of the long list of items and tactics that had been used in the eons of 'Celestials vs. everyone else' battles, bombs seemed to be the answer. Did it thrill her? No. Was the fact that it was even being considered (let alone crafted) a secret between her and Heimdall (ugh)? Yes.
"Which of these-" she began, but was cut off by the arrival of Nate and his wizarding gear. As much as she could appreciate his efforts, history dictated (endlessly) that the mortals of most realms of existence that ever defeated a Celestial used some form of technology. That was probably because the Celestials themselves were, what she considered, a form of technology. Still, even when he was snapped and gone, Nate's books had helped her reverse another situation that had been Celestial fallout.
"I was just about to talk about making Thor bleed, but go ahead," she said, stepping back from her alloy concocting. She sealed the area with a magic barrier, then wiped her own face with the mystically-reinforced overalls she donned. Thor had the right idea. She stepped back further still and began to strip off her overgarment, all while keeping her gaze on Nathaniel.