The last time Sif explored the vast metropolis of New York, she had been at Thor's side. After that, she spent much of the time within the mansion belonging to the Avengers, studying Midgardian culture their the television and a vast selection of films. Now she felt confident enough to go through Midgard by herself, finding she had an understanding of their currency and fashions. Adapt. She could adapt.
She was going to go "shopping" with some Midgardian currency for the region with intentions of finding more appropriate clothing, but also some that were more sensible than many she had seen in the films. And perhaps some nicer ones that were not so sensible but might look nice. For reasons she decided to try to figure out at a much later time.
"Miss, you can't have a weapon in here, you'll heave to leave it at the desk with the clerk until you leave," the man behind the counter said. Sif sighed, "My blade is only drawn when there is a foe to strike, but I will comply to your request as seen fit. But be warned, mortal, should that blade not be in your possession upon my return, you will have a Shieldmaiden of Asgard to answer to." The man blinked at her in surprise, looking around nervously, but she placed the sheathed blade on the counter for him to put aside.
She turned and as she did, saw Diana walking in. She did not know the woman, but simply looked her over once as she would any warrior. Because this woman did not carry herself the way that other Midgardians did.