It had taken months for her brothers to break her of the habit of going around the city in full battle armor and sword, though she still generally wore a dagger, at the least. Most people didn't seem to approve of a teenager openly carrying weaponry, so she had learned how to hide it within boots, which Torunn was wearing now, along with jeans and a dark blue top. Despite her overall Midgardian appearance, her hair was still long and caught in two loose braids as it always was, and the look on her face was obviously that of a proud young woman.
As she rode the elevator down, Torunn wondered why this Thor wanted to meet her. It had hurt that he hadn't known her, and while he was likely closer to the version she knew, she couldn't conceive of the distance that was between them. It made her feel strange and sad and she had done her best to avoid him since his arrival...but now it was too late.
As she stepped into the lobby, she took a deep breath, then glanced around. Spotting her father was easy, though once she had she suddenly wished she'd worn her armor. After a moment of hesitation, Torunn crossed the floor until she reached him.