Just for the moment, Dirk is content to be quiet. Partly he's still riding the buzz of the alcohol as long as he can hold onto it, partly he's tired, and partly he's given up on attempting frivolous conversation with War.

Within a few minutes the clouds seem to thicken overhead, there's a distant rumble, and then abruptly Thor comes swinging out of the sky hanging by one hand from his hammer.
Under the other arm is a live duck.

When he lands on the street the impact makes cracks in the pavement.