<div class="floatright">(http://susansternberg.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/natalie-portman-thor-movie.jpg)   </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Jane's Trailer (on the Tower balcony)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:56 pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><em>...continued from Stark Tower - War Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=144299.msg6990942#msg6990942)</em></strong></span></span></div><br/>Jane lead the way to her trailer, perched incongruously on the stylish balcony of Stark Tower, partially obscuring the spectacular view of the city. Its thin door swung open with a creaking sound, hinges rattled by its graceless descent onto the roof.<br/><br/>Once inside its narrow interior, Jane found her nerves fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She’d been craving time alone with Thor, and now that she had it, she wasn’t sure what to<em>do</em>, not now that Loki had shaken her confidence.<br/><br/>She nervously tried to clear the clutter off her bed, tossing sweatshirts and a bag of chips aside and smoothing the bed linens down. Stubborn wrinkles lingered still. Jane sat on the edge of the mattress and studied her nails, suddenly at a loss for words.<br/><br/>“I, uhm…” She cleared her throat and began again, forcing herself to look at Thor. “Loki visited me earlier.” She knew that he knew, but Jane needed to tell him herself.