Brunhilde skimmed the posters and found nothing impressive about the people, or at least on female MMA. Typical. She checked on her lion cub while the man talked, sure Jarna would stay in place. Or at least not wander too far.
"Considering he is known for making a new blanket every night from the skins of the freshly fallen in battle, it would be wise to remember his proper name." How depressing it was Stark could not be bothered to know his teammates, not unless they were useful, apparently. It seemed the Avengers weren't a band of kindred spirits, they were just... cats loosely on task. And how could she teach teach anyone who insisted he knew everything anyway? "I could attempt to instruct you, but it is hard to fill a cup already full."