"Flying?" she asked incredulous. Yes, she knew he could it. Yet she had not expected the suggestion. Kat's eyes wandered over her uncle's smug face as she took another bite, her teeth grinding the fruit as she chucked to herself. Oh, she could picture him as a very annoying older brother so full of himself and his skills. She was sure that had she been in her father's place she would have wanted to scratch his eyes out more than once. Like she had wanted so many times with her oldest sibling. You loved them and you really hated them.
But Thor wasn't her brother. She hadn't been raised in his shadow, hadn't felt the need to live up to Odin's expectations without knowing that they would be impossible for her to fulfil while Thor did so in a heart beat. This was just her uncle and right now she was very amused. And did another trick: her own guilty conscience was soothed in the light of Thor's own faults.