Concluding that the thunder storm continuing on above them is only indirectly his make, Thor looks at the. Hat. That is offered him. For someone whose ceremonial armour has a helmet involved with metal feathers attached on either side, his nose-wrankle of irritation is probably unfair. But he has no need of hats, on this day.

Just technology. There's an internal struggle where he attempts to quash the urge to order Jason to hand over his CiD, before he simply just nods. Alright. Someone from his cohort. Hands loosen, reclench, and then winds up taking the hat in a manner that's almost rueful.

"Then I shall seek them. Thank you."