"Well, there'd be at least two people who understood him in my world, but one's Thor and the other one is evil, so there's not much choice." The descriptor of 'evil' is evidently well-earned in Jemma's opinion, because her tone dips briefly into 'icy' on the word.

But she's rapidly distracted by the question.

"Er. I. Yes?" It's true, she's run out of other food, and she's holding her cup of tea like a lifeline. We all blame Eric and his rather obvious insinuations for her blush. (It's easier that way)