A pile of her things was growing on the floor next to the tub, the pile of black and yellow garb. Her mask sat on top and the skin where it had been felt cooler instantly.
When he said his name, Barbara straightened. Her mind played back everything she had seen of him, a play by play of the events...the hammer, the flight, the way he spoke and carried himself. The God of a Thunder. And she was bleeding all over his bathroom. Now she felt like an idiot.
"Heh, nice to meet you..." Barbara breathed, cheeks flushing. She didn't look up at him though. She couldn't. But she had to so she made herself glance up and hoped to God her cheeks weren't as red as they felt.
Each thing he offered her, she took. Every item was placed within reach of where she sat, and she started the water in the tub. Her fingers adeptly rolled up the leather of the leg of her pants, and her shoes came off. With a thud they hit the pristine tile, a clash of yellow against the marble. Her kitten socks were then added to the pile, leaving her only her leather costume pants and the black tank.
"Warrior? Battlefield?" She winced, and shrugged, "It's not really a battlefield. More like a war zone at times, but Gotham is kind of like this place. A city. And I wouldn't exactly call myself a warrior, I just do what I can when I'm needed..."
Tipping her head, Barbara used her hands gently and moved her leg beneath the spray from the faucet, washing the wound. When it was clean, Barbara assessed the damage and saw that it was better than he had thought. She dried the skin, tended to it with antiseptic and then dressed the wound in gauze.
Finished, Barbara looked up at Thor and smiled, "My friends call me Batgirl...but you can call me Barbara. It's nice to meet you, Thor." Swinging her leg over the side of the tub, Barbara turned off the water, stood and looked at the pile of her things on the floor at her feet, "Now...about my bike..." Talking mostly to herself she assessed the situation. She didn't know where she was, had no job, no money, nothing to her name but a costume and a crashed bike. Wasn't life sweet?