[She stands, a vision in black, looking down at the garden where Mjolnir was. With a curl of her crimson lips, she looks over to him]
What? No thunderous entrance?
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[She stands, a vision in black, looking down at the garden where Mjolnir was. With a curl of her crimson lips, she looks over to him]
What? No thunderous entrance?