The hammer didn't make a sound as it was put down, but it caught the light and Jemma's eyes as for a moment all she could do was stare at it. She'd seen it in action, seen the man standing before her in action, with the Dragon. But... Donald was supposed to be standing in front of her, not Thor. And the explanation... "There are a million possible explanations... MPD, genetic mutation, possibly to the point where it could be controlled... But that is not the point right now!" She was trying to run down the medical possiblities in her head for why her boyfriend was right now a Norse god...
'Breathe' she reminded herself, listening to his story. His father. Humility. She had heard that he'd died, Loki had said as much, so had he not been lying about that? She knew that he'd been there - that Thor had been there - with the Dragon. She hadn't met Donald then, not yet... But this raised so many questions. "So everything that Loki said, about hanging about because you reminded him about his brother and the car..." She stopped herself. "What am I saying?! How is any of this bloody well possible. One person doesn't simply turn into another one! It doesn't work like that!" She must have looked either extremely confused or on edge, she wasn't certain which, she was generally better at new information than this, but this wasn't an experiment. This was... Gods, she didn't have the words...