It was good to see a light in Sif's face. Asgardian court was trying in the best of times and demanded proper and civil manners, or what passed for civil amongst gods. And as peaceful as patrolling could be, away from the noise of the city, it wasn't much fun either. Brunhilde watched around the crowds of the streets, pondering the strange preferences of humans for attire, when a two-wheel vehicle went zooming past. It wove through the others automobiles and slipped around a corner. Much like riding a horse and much faster than a car, she considered with a interested look.