What's the hurry? It's a good question, and Sif grins as she watches him play with the gravity. She is somewhat hesitant to follow suit, mostly because it seems a little childish and she tends to try to keep a firm hold on her dignity (unless she has been drinking). So she just watches him for a moment, hands on her hips and voice a little raised to make up for the distance between them.

"Asgard is beautiful. A golden city floating among the stars, filled with proud memories and shrouded in glory."

Fun fact, space vikings speak in purple prose.

Alright no, this is silly. They can't hold a conversation like this. So she takes a couple of steps back, and then leaps over to Kal.

And yes, it does make her laugh too. Don't tell anyone.