She snorts inelegantly. "It's not the advancement of the world. Trust me. It's the people."

Asgard, after all, had been a beacon of advancement. Technology so grand mortals would consider it magic. But she'd done without all that for a while now, and could continue to do so if need be.

So too could her capable friend here, it seems, from the way he talks.

"If you let yourself get comfortable and shrink away from getting your hands dirty, it's going to be rougher for you when you get dumped in the middle of nowhere and have to make your way. That's just how it is."