The Yakuza ruin everything. Someone should do something about that.

It's so nice to have a friend for these things again. Someone to laugh with, to talk to, to just be with. Nobody on fire. Nobody fighting. She doesn't quite wish Loki were there, but she wishes she could talk to him after, tell him about the amazing day she had. Maybe when he comes back. If he comes back. It's easy to dismiss her sudden quiet moments as her general awkwardness.

The really heartbreaking thing is that she thinks that smile is meant for her.

"Pity it doesn't fly," she remarks after she spots the museum. "That would be fun. Where did you grow up?"