When Thor sees the newcomer out of the corner of his eye, for a very brief moment he wonders if it's Harley, the bright pink catching his attention first and foremost. But even before he gets a look at the man's face, he starts speaking, and it's very clear that this is not Harley, nor anyone else he knows.

Well, that is fine. Thor has met many people here, and found friends he would never have expected.

Although usually they let him get a word in.

His eyebrows slowly climb as the man rambles on and on, interrupted only by the begging caws of the raven chicks held in his arm. "An aft-sniffing...?" Now that's a euphemism he's never heard before.