Not to break narrative causality or whatever, but most of the time she’d have said “Greenwich? You’re miles off, mate. You need to go from here to Waterloo, get the Jubilee line to London Bridge and go overground. Unless you want to go on the DLR, but that’s another forty minutes on your journey to get there, and well, you’d be quicker getting a taxi,” or “Don’t know, but there’s a map over there,” or, being that this is London, “Sorry, no.
All of which would be truncated to “Wha-?” *beeeeep* *kah-whoomp* as the doors closed on Thor’s lovely, lovely pecs & arms forever *sadface*