"It's what I'm here for, the summarizing of existences," Darcy said, though she smiled. "No use in buying shitty suits that I can see, but I dunno if I'd come to a party like this wearing something that slick. You're just asking for someone to spill bbq chicken on it or some shit."

She patted the seat next to hers, offering it to him silently, and said, "Darcy. Are you an alien? I only ask because you keep saying 'Earth' and I happen to know a few aliens. They also talk like they're about to come in and have a nice cuppa with the missus."

The last line, of course, was delivered in a shamelessly bad English accent, but she thought the point would've gotten across one way or another. Both Thor and Loki had smooth accents, as this fellow did, and she wondered if it was some sort of galactic conspiracy or if aliens just liked to sound aesthetically pleasing.