"Thor is always a sore spot for him, and that blond brute is palling about with the Avengers. We could let Loki go have fun in the city, just to stretch his legs and get used to the stone before we move onto anything bigger," she pointed out and picked up her drink. Whitehall appeared and she waved him over to sit and attend the conversation. She sighed dramatically, but chuckled a bit. "Fury's little pussycat has claws, I'm impressed."