Orin followed the group, powerful arms crossed across his chest. He walked, glancing at the clothing of the people around him. He never really wore the midgaurdian clothes, it didn't fit him. He fit more with his mother, Sif, fighting and helping the worlds. As was his duty as the prince of Asgard. He wasn't king yet, due to him being young. He then gazed at the girl that was complaining, and shook his head slightly, looking around the others, wondering how much fighting experience each of them actually had.