Jason isn't the only one watching. People taking less of a hands on approach to the situation are also making glances, and Thor is dimly aware of it. Maybe he's being self-conscious! Primarily, however, he is avoiding disappointment.

Hammer located. Good enough for now. Not worried about anyone, you know, stealing it, Thor turns back towards Jason as he takes his CiD from some pocket. It looks thoroughly broken, though he pushes a few buttons anyway in a moment dim optimism, or frustration, take your pick. Nothing happens. With a guttural sound of anger, Thor flings the object away to shatter even more against nearby brick, pieces landing in the quickly forming puddles.

"I will need another," he-- announces. To the street. To Jason? Hi Jason, you're still here, and possibly on the shortlist of perfectly nice people to get wrangled into assisting spacevikings along with such names as Jane Foster and Jae-Hyun Kim.

Having forgotten or discarded what he was saying previously, Thor casts another glance up at the sky, distrustful of the weather, lightning flickering through the clouds with the speed and consistency of a lizard's tongue tasting air.