[ 'Handle' is a very loose term. Her evening with Thor has left Claire with plenty of questions, but at least one was answered - the one plenty of people have asked themselves in the past: what does Thor look like, naked?

But it's not really what Claire's after. Steve, on the other hand, is just this brand of good that makes Claire feel inadequate, even if she knows, full well, that it's not at all what he's trying to do. ]

Are you kidding? [ Se pauses, looking down at her feet for a second. ] Just. I've thought some truly awful things in the past, even though I swore an oath to protect and help everyone. I've wanted people to suffer. And I can't imagine you would have thought that, or wanted that.

[ She may be wrong. But it's so easy for her to put herself back to that day where Matthew asked her to help save Ranskahov, and how much she wanted to let him die.

She tucks some hair behind her ear, before taking a breath, and stepping into the photobooth, pushing the curtain open. ]

Sorry. Didn't mean to ruin the mood. There's only one seat in here, by the way.