As Sif's conversation with a female-looking Captain Steve Rogers went on, she was left more divided between amusement and compassion over his visible struggles with his new, more feminine attributes. It was humorous yet endearing, and Sif had to remember that it had to be a nightmare. It wasn't one for her now, but then, she had drank copious amounts of alcohol that first night strictly in order to get - and stay - drunk. There was a reason for that.

Nodding once more, Sif smiled widely at the Captain, even more when he laid a small hand on her much larger arm. "Warriors help each other. So do friends. Now come, we make for my room for Natasha's clothing, then for the shop. I do not believe they have undergarments, but they might have bathing attire that can make for such things."