Thor nods in confirmation when Aang catches onto his meaning, smiling a little at the effectiveness of his miming until Aang jerks a thumb at Tony of all people. His smile fades somewhat and he gives the man a bland look from a distance, raising a brow at Aang.

"Why?" He asks, trying to accentuate the way his mouth opens so Aang can read his lips. Hopefully. Perhaps he should have gotten that paper after all, so he glances around as if in search of it.