It's still strange to him to need numbers and letters to reach his human friends, but he can't always have Heimdall at his beck and call to send messages across great distances. Especially here. Can the Gatekeeper see him here, he wonders? Something to ask when he gets back to the Statesman.

"Thank you. Maybe next time, I can buy you the drink," he says with a grin. He takes the paper and folds it up, tucking it down the front of his armor.

Her surprised look makes him wonder for a moment if he's done something wrong - maybe the handshake isn't a custom with her kind of human. It seemed less risky than kissing the back of her hand, as he would with a lady of Asgard. But no, her response comes readily enough, the pleasure obvious in her voice. "Thank you. I'll have a lot of exploring to do in the near future, I feel."