Poor Thor was still being treated like a mental patient, but being so thick-skinned, he had not noticed why everyone was looking at him so strangely. His gaze fell on the other hammers in the lab, as if he intended to start licking those first.
"That's so disgusting," Daisy whispered to her teacher.
"Not disgusting, exactly. Just very unhygienic." Jane Foster was more tolerant of mental patients. It was a doctor's instinct.
Daisy, burdened by two enormous assets on her chest, hugged herself and wriggled behind Jane. In a trembling voice, she said, "Him... Look at that crazy look in his eyes. Do you think he might try to lick us too?"
"Probably... not?"
Jane was not entirely sure either. Her specialties were cardiology and geriatric medicine, not psychiatry.
But she had heard that some patients with Delusional Disorder believed they were Werewolves or demons, while others thought they were billionaires or African warlords.
Maybe that long-haired man's condition had worsened again? Maybe he thought he was a dog?
"That doesn't make me feel safe at all." Daisy pulled her teacher back with a miserable expression, moving away from Thor. As for Professor Selvig? His fate was his own problem. "Should we go outside and hide?"
While the two spoke quietly, Thor pounced on another hammer, hugged it close, and sniffed it wildly before giving it several vigorous licks.
Even Jane found that a little too much to bear. She turned and grabbed Daisy's hand, and the two crawled out through another entrance of the tent. Even though the sun outside was blazing and dust filled the air, it was still better than staying in the tent with a madman.
Daisy kept walking quickly while glancing back over her shoulder. Only after they had gone quite far did she finally