"I do not threaten," he says, recognizes his own words, and makes a little grimace of distaste, shaking his head to start over.

"I suppose it is to be expected that a season should be indifferent to the remnants of a people struggling for survival." He might as well be asking the void of space not to swallow them when their ship breaks apart under fire. That's going at things backwards. Contingency plans are the only thing that can be done here.

He's wasting his time. Best practices are to assume Thor will get himself in trouble here, as well, and come up with a workaround for it. His gaze drops away from North as he falls into thought.

Perhaps he's going at other problems from the wrong end, as well.