She lifted Jarna up onto her lap, his mass taking up all of her outstretched legs. "Perhaps a hand or two taller, then he merely will gain meat to match his bones." The lion rumbled and leaned back in her lap, content to be fussed about.
This newcomer, James, she raised her drink to him in greeting and left it at that. He looked easily spooked. When Lang commented about his size against Asgardians, she shrugged. "And your armament makes you even smaller, so that must be normal for you. Now, shh. The Hangover begins."