Thor smirked just the slightest when she said the word fit. He had eyes, after all, and he tended to agree. Of course it would never amount to anything more than fond appreciation. But he still had eyes.
"Yes, I've been hit by a few," he recalled fondly. "The customs and technology of Midgard take some getting used to. Your Logan is a lucky man. Please, allow me to escort you back to him. What realm do you hail from?"
It might have been impolite not to introduce himself, but he was Thor Odinson. Who in the Nine Realms didn't know who he was by now?