Thor has absolutely no need for anything in a nail salon, he doesn't seek out the pleasure of being pampered and he barely knows what it is. He's dressed to impress absolutely nobody in his ensemble, his skating costume remains on despite how gaudy and fitted it is. Just like home, really.

The smell of it has him curious and he wonders if there are things he can bring back to the scientists of the group for their benefit, since he happens to be in the area for it. The strange sounds of the chair are an instant sign that someone else is here and he approaches with caution, hunting knife at the ready as he rounds a corner to find Molotov. He lowers his weapon some, but not entirely, clearing his throat loudly to give her a fair warning of his arrival.