Even with only the one eye, it's pretty obvious to see that no matter how well this young lady speaks human languages, she's certainly not one. Thor's never met one with four arms, and that's just the most obvious hint. Her species is less interesting than the subtle implication she's new here, however.

"Whatever you can barter," he assures her with a small nod. "A meeting of worlds makes it impossible to standardize a currency, especially on this sort of scale. I paid a jar of homemade jam for this," he adds, lightly gesturing with the box of ribs.