<div class="floatright">(http://goodgeekranting.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/natalieportman.jpg)   </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Jane's Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:25pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><hr/><br/>Jane winced as Mjolnir flew with a vengeance into the defenseless speaker, smashing a hole into the wall and destroying the likely very expensive speaker unit. She was flattered, really, that Thor felt he had to defend her honor against the perceived prying spirit, but she'd definitely have to have a talk with him about throwing his hammer around anytime something offended him and that the JARVIS program was a<em>benevolent</em>disembodied voice.<br/><br/>She exhaled sharply out of her nose and surveyed the damage to the wall with a thin-lipped look.<em>Have Stark take the repair cost out of her salary or something...</em><br/><br/>"I think," Jane began, then cleared her throat. "It's well and truly slain now. Thank you." It was all she could do no to laugh, but she restrained herself for the sake of Thor's dignity. He meant well; it was just...<br/><br/><em>She'd tell him later,</em>she decided, because judging by the look on his face, a lecture on not bashing things probably wouldn't sink in. So, instead, Jane pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.<br/><br/>"We'll, uh, clean that up later," she indicted the newly punched hole in the wall with a nod of her head.