Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

[Thor]

Thor smiled. She had a sharp wit, and a fiery back bite. Both were things that Thor could respect. He watched her remove her mask, revealing a beautiful face, only to mar it with a look of disdain. This Revan, while still as pale as an elf, was being to become a little less unnerving. Thor he watched her throw of the robes she had been wearing to reveal skin-tight black armor similar to his memory of Black Widow, however her right arm was plated in light armor from the shoulder down that tapered into claws. As he watched her enter the vehicle, Thor wondered why that cylindrical object at her hip seemed so familiar. He had definitely seen one before. It was a though for another day.

"Let us see what this contraption can do, Frost!" Thor shouted into the front seat.

"After all, we do have a dragon to slay." He said in a more even tone, turning to smile at Revan. Then he leaned over.

"Glad to know that the quiet girl is not as quiet as I thought." He whispered before sitting back up properly.