Sif had not been expecting a manifestation of empathy out of the man she had almost just killed. Nor had she been expecting a friendly smile to go with it. The Asgardian stood there, head tilted slightly to the side, eyes wide in surprise at the man's reaction. He seemed as though things like punching bags happened to fly at full force by his person on a daily basis. In fact, judging by what he had said, perhaps they did. He was a fine looking man, one who had to see some form of strength-testing situations very often. His smile, however, was a much softer one than that Sif was used to on such a man. Sif found herself smiling back.

When he raised his hand in her direction Sif waved back once. While his name sounded familiar Sif could not pinpoint where she had heard it last, and so she focused on nodding solemnly at his appraisal.

"I am Lady Sif, of Asgard." Sif's introduction had not changed. Just saying her name sounded insufficient, and she did not have a surname she used often. For those unfamiliar it would only sound like she was aristocracy from a far off place. For those familiar, well, it told them everything they needed to know.