Ororo felt heat creep up her cheeks. It was always nice, but strange, hearing the Asgardians speak like that. She does bow her head a little bit in greeting as Sif draws closer though, smiling at her fellow senior.

"And to you, Sif," Ororo waved the hand that wasn't holding onto any fliers. "And please, it's just Ororo." Or 'Ro, or 'Roro, but it's hard enough getting her to drop the title so...