The look gives the newcomer clearly reads '-the fuck?', he looks at the helmets and first assumed it was Thor but after getting a better look it clearly was not. He raises an eyebrow and widens his eyes, really not sure how to take it. The stranger is wearing a rather laughable imitation of gods clothing and his lips twitch. He has the flip knife up his sleeve should the stranger cross him, but he waits for the perfect moment to strike. This person could be friend or foe, or just a bloody lunatic by the looks of it.
"My health is none of your concern stranger" He frowns and gives the other man a curious look. "And believe me, walking out would give me no trouble." He balks feeling riled by the amusement in the mans voice, with a flick of his fingers he sends a green spark at the orb in warning and watches the orb flicker. Having put only a little power into that he is sure this... this person would be an easy opponent.