Setting the towel aside, Misha moved to affix ALFRED on her head properly before sitting on the edge of the bed to pull the notepad closer and start writing thoughtfully. "Yeah," she allowed. "That's about what I remember. It's Mjolnir, and now that SHIELD's here, Thor's going to go try and pick it up, and..."

She paused, eyes closing as she put a hand to her temple. "And he'll fail, duh, but there's a subplot here and remembering all the rows for the ducks after this long sucks. If he went today—or tonight, or whatever—then the attack is soon. But how soon?" she trailed off, murmuring to herself as she kept writing down more scenes as they made their way back to her.