Dropping Through (open)

[Marvel Universe]

"He is a skinny pale white man with black hair down the back of his neck and green eyes. Partial to the colors green and gold. He may not look like much at first glance but don't let that fool you. He is a well trained and extremely dangerous foe."

Thor explained, ignoring the civilians who were giving them odd stares as his mind was focused and his body ready for the task ahead. His brother has no doubt proven many times that he were no easy adversary to apprehend and why would he be? He was Odin son after all, even if Loki didn't consider him his father anymore, or Thor his brother.

"Pay no heed to them. I am sure my outfit is quite strange to these people but I haven't had the time to change into something less... what is it you humans would use to describe my outfit?"

[Zira Firestone]

"Weird," replied Zira. "But I think it makes you look sexy."

Zira's mannerisms as a shameless flirt was starting to rise up to the surface as they continued to walk, and she didn't care if she came across as too forward. There was no such thing as "too forward" to her. It was now or never, as she always liked to say.

"We need to find a place where people gather for social occasions. Like a night club or a bar. Those places tend to be a good source of information, especially in small towns like this one where rarely anything exciting happens. Someone would have bound to run into your brother by now."

[Marvel Universe]

Thor only spared a moment's stare at Zira for her sexy comment before returning to the business at hand.

"Good idea. You, sir!"

Thor stopped one of the people who were walking by.

"Do you know what point of place the people here use to gather?"

The man blinked and looked at the two in confusion before slowly pointing over to the Razor's Edge building up ahead.

"Thank you. You may depart."

The man ran off, turning his head around to look at the two strangely once more before disappearing into the distance as the God of Thunder made head for the Razor's Edge.