Quietly, Murder made a soft noise of acknowledgement at the offered name, then raised an eyebrow at the ability display. Well, that was certainly something, wasn’t it? He still wasn’t sure why he’d been dragged into things. Probably so Fury and company could keep an eye on him and make sure he didn’t cause trouble, which…Didn’t make much sense, considering he’d been laying low for the past decade. He’d actually enjoyed being a bartender down in Florida, for Christ’s sake.<br/><br/>Looking to Bella, he found all of this interesting, even if he had no idea what a ‘Jotun’ was. Asgardian he knew because of Thor and the refuge Asgardians that had shown up after everything had gone to shit a few years ago. That’s when the door to the meeting room opened and food was hauled in. Well, wasn’t that nice? Slowly, he pushed himself up to his feet and glanced at Daniel at being called ‘the big lizard’. Well, it wasn’t too far off, all things considered. Even if he had embellished things.<br/><br/>Moving around the table to the trays, he looked over the offerings before grabbing himself two hamburgers, fries, and another cup of coffee, sending a glance towards the woman who made a comment about chunking him. He wasn’t sure if it was a joke or not and shrugged slightly as he answered Bella. “I already have a room.” It actually wasn’t that bad and was more of a small apartment, than anything. A bedroom, bathroom, and a small living area with a small kitchen area. Considering everything had been designed for someone of his height, it made him suspicious that this whole thing had been planned for a bit. “…The bed’s decent, at least.”<br/><br/>Returning to his prior seat, he pulled the sugar packets off his plate to start dumping them into the coffee he’d pour. However, he briefly paused when the woman who’d set down the museum invites sat down next to him. Returning his attention back to his food, he started eating. He ignored the staring, having gotten used to it years ago. Though, he looked over to her when she began speaking. It was unfortunate that she was able to relate. Since his mouth was currently full, he turned over his arm to show its underside, then indicated several small, nearly skin tone, round scars. They were old and faded, but still there. It was to show that he understood what she meant.<br/><br/>Ah, Calista, then. That just left the woman who had joked or threatened to chunk him. He still wasn’t sure which it had been. After taken a sip of his coffee and making a face at how it was still a bit too warm, he made a low noise under his breath. “Well, I’ve been on my own for over a decade now, so I’m pretty good at taking care of myself.” Though, his mouth snapped shut at her little eye trick. Then, he cocked his head to the side in a manner very reminiscent of a bird. “Huh. Don’t see that every day. Well, people tend to pee themselves a bit when they see a big ole lizard that looks like he wants their liver.”<br/><br/>After flexing his hand, he allowed it to shift slightly. This meant that human skin thickened and shifted into dark brown scales while his fingers lengthened, as his nails sharpened into claws. Lightly, he clicked the claw tips on the table, but the movement of his fingers was off, suggesting that the change wasn’t complete. “It’s a neat party trick.” He changed his hand back and flexed his hand again, this time causing the joints in his fingers to pop. “I typically don’t shift unless I’m somewhere private.”