<div class="floatright">(http://veryaware.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Thor-and-Natalie-Portman-470x226.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Stark Tower Living Quarters - Jane's Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:05 pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><hr/><br/>"Right, it's...no, it's fine," Jane fumbled, hating the way she hesitated, how her tongue seemed to trip over itself<em>now</em>of all times. Maybe they<em>were</em>rushing into things, but Jane was tired of waiting. She'd waited her whole life, for doctoral applications and research grants and paper proposals and Einstein–Rosen bridges and Thor...<br/><br/>And it was all too much. She was sick of waiting, needed to<em>act</em>, even if her eloquence failed her now.<br/><br/>She pointed out a few carefully boxed pieces of equipment, mostly Frankenstein beasts of technology she'd lugged together herself (they weren't graceful, but they worked) and led the way inside the Tower's living areas. Jane addressed the AI Jarvis, who gave her directions to an empty suite down one of the halls, and guided Thor inside, tossing her duffel bag onto an empty chair.<br/><br/>"Just put those there," she gestured to an empty desk across from the bed large enough to comfortably fit the stack of boxes. "Carefully," Jane added - just in case - and took a sit on the edge of mattress. She realized with another surge of embarrassment that now that the moment had come she was at a loss for what to do. She wasn't a virgin and wasn't naturally that self-conscious but being around Thor made it all...<em>different</em>and much more awkward than it should have been. Perhaps her encounter with Loki was also partially to blame for her hesitation now.<br/><br/><em>Some seductress you are, Jane</em>.