[Jaina recognizes that look of excitement. She wore it many times in her youth, typically when all but begging her Uncle Luke to let her take his lightsaber apart. She grins at the memory then nods at his request.]

Sure thing.

[It's an effortless move, one that takes little more than a flick of her wrist, and the broken branch is sliced neatly in half. She brings her weapon back to her side when she finishes and meets Thor's gaze with an easy smile.]

And yeah, it's pure energy. Rule number one we learn as younglings. Don't touch the glowing end.

[Her head tilts a bit as she deactivates her lightsaber. There's curiosity both in her tone and expression.]

Asgard is your home, I take it?