[Towards her closest friend – the only person here she truly trusts --Sif doesn’t feel the need to try and control what is building up inside of her. The words come out quick and harsh. Her knuckles are white, so tight is she gripping her weapon and bag.]

I hate them, Thor. Every last one of them – they sit, glutinous, while their kingdom is threatened. They are so bereft of ideas that they steal from other worlds. From Asgard. That is an act of war, and we should respond in kind.

Burn them. Burn their fattened king and their idiot court and their—

[She shakes her head. She would burn them all.]

I must go.