Darcy blinked for a full second before smiling, utterly charmed. She'd forgotten in her drunkenness that there was a distinct chasm between her version of slang and Thor's. Had she been sober, she may or may not have attempted to watch herself, but in this particular instance, she was glad she hadn't, mostly because she found it utterly adorable.

"We don't have to hunt them," she said brightly. "Thank God. I don't think I could master stealth in these shoes. It's a term for a sort of picture we can take together." She held up her pone. "On my phone. Would you mind if we did that?"