At least she was not in it. Thor looked around and then frowned at Wanda before giving another honest apology as he got up. He clapped off his hands, then his elbows and even some sand on his shoulder. He seemed not to care much about his knees or legs, but it was the beach and he was wandering through the washing tide.
"I am well, thank you for asking," he replied with a glance about the area, then down at the pile. "How are you?" Thor asked after another pause, brushing a hand down his large, strong arm. Man was like a walking meat house. "You are, uh, enjoying your time on the island?"