"They kidnapped us from the Grandmaster?" She stares for a moment, before the unexpected: she snickers. Actually laughs, nose scrunching, as she tries to imagine the circumstances that would lead to that.

"The look on his face...."

Eventually, the novelty wears off, and with a shake of her head she's tearing into the bag that wound up strapped to her. Clothes, a lot of basic items, all being rummaged through and then dropped to the ground once she'd looked them over to her heart's content.

"Well, we're not on Sakaar. There's a start." Was that a bra? Yes. Yes, it probably was. It's on your shoe now, Bruce.