"I'm sorry," she says to the first part, and it sounds sincere, as sincere as an apology from a stranger can.

Then she considers him, and his offer, for a moment, before she smiles. Maybe he's a bit unsteady, but she's dealt with much worse even in the last months, Thor's temper flares and shouting, Odin's cold matter-of-fact cruelty, the demeaning way the social climbers of Asgard treat their Midgardian servants. If he wasn't talking about a world that looked like one she knew through a funhouse mirror, she might dismiss him, but -- she's curious.

And she's hesitant to dismiss anybody in this weird situations; they could be valuable, for information, for a hostage, for whatever she can make use of them for. More valuable than if she let them wander away into the forest, at least.

"I haven't had many admirers lately," she says, a more honest statement than her joking tone makes it sound like, though maybe the way her hand goes to twist her wedding ring around her finger gives away some of the sincerity. "And we both seem to be out of our respective places, so I'd be glad to have some company while trying to figure things out."