[he's pretty short, gangly, and overly enthusiastic for any normal fourteen year old. the whole battle thing seems to be commonplace to him (he's way too good at running away for it not to be). he does seem a little out of place in his Asgardian robes, complete with tights, circlet and cowl--but among the company he sticks out like any mortal-looking fellow.]

It's not so difficult to write your own moving film script when you're thrown into such dire times. In space, even!

[and he's looking up and around as if he's doing so for the first time. his brow knits in thought.]

Though it begs another question, it seems. Or many, but one most pressing.