The magic of plot convenience in the MCU was something that Naomi wasn't currently too keen on relying on again. Though she survived, the slip up hadn't been without consequences. Had she been a Norse god with several years of lore behind her, perhaps her plunge would have been a minor inconvenience. However because Naomi Swanson was a general assistant at paper supply company, she did not have the skill set to walk away from falling several meters onto a hard metal surface unscathed.

Somehow, the ships inhabitants had not noticed her crash onto their roof, something Naomi attributed to 'MCU logic,' and thus, her ride had been undisturbed. Obviously, she had no way of knowing how long the ship sailed around Sakaar before entering into a garage of sorts, where Naomi could see lines of similar ships stretching down the lanes. From small glimpses of the building she was in, since her back decided to protest loudly overtime she tried to move from her position- which was sprawled out with her back digging into her backpack- she was in the main building. The tower where the contest of champions was held, and the Grandmaster lived.

Because thus far she had not been discovered, Naomi was not forced to cut her hair and fight the Hulk like Thor would have been, but instead she lingered in the garage. Painstakingly, she had climbed off of the spaceship after the Scrappers had left, and edged around to the back so as not to be spotted. Presently she sat, pressing her bruised back against the cool metal and gently shuffling through her bag with her right hand, the left cradled in her lap.

"Communications busted, that's just fan-f*cking-tastic." She mumbled, dangling a small bag that rattled with broken metal when she jostled it. "MCU has to be fair now? Save my life but knock out the damn comms?" The majority of her backpacks contents were damaged in someway, due to her entire weight smashing down on it when she landed. Her MRE bars were all crumbled in their packaging, but she could still eat the crumbs so she supposed it was okay. There was no way of telling if the water filtration system worked, or if the gun still shot. Testing either wasn't very practical in her current situation.

One saving grace, however, was an extremely dented first-aid kit at the bottom of the bag. Fumbling to open it with only one hand, Naomi eventually popped the lid to see some equipment laying around haphazardly, including a small tube of numbing cream that had burst open in the corner of the little white box. Sending her thanks to Tony for the thousandth time, Naomi lightly applied the cool cream to her discolored wrist as she pondered her situation.

She was currently stuck on Sakaar with no accompanying Norse gods, no guaranteed way to find them once they arrived, and no way to survive until said gods arrived. It could be weeks before she had any backup, and her rations would not last her that long. Adding to that, her back was sore as hell and her right hand shot pain up her arm any time she tried to move her fingers. The impossible situation was enough to throw to woman's breathing off track, pressing herself against the ship as she desperately tried to think. Loki had lived on Sakaar for weeks until Thor arrived, but the movie had shown none of that so Naomi had no idea how to 'gain favor' with the Grandmaster. But with all the online theories of exactly how he did that, Naomi was sure that route would be a last-ditch solution.

Now more than ever, Naomi felt just how human she was compared to everything around her. She had no experience in battle, much less war, and her self-defense training had been basic. She was a decent shot, sure, but that had been in middle school with BB guns, because she refused to do any real hunting with her father. A decision she now cursed, at least because she had no training with real guns.

Gradually, Naomi's breath became faster and faster, her heart beating in time with her gasps. Her eyes darted about and she gripped her injured wrist, bringing it up to her chest- ignoring the stabs of pain. Clenching her eyes shut, her mind raced to think of some way out of this- of what Tony would do, or Captain America or Thor- but she was none of them. Naomi was just a fan of Marvel, and somehow that meant she ended up on an alternate-dimension alien planet without any superhero help. Trembling slightly, she unzipped a pocket on the side of her thigh, built in to the SHEILD uniform. Inside, her phone lay miraculously undamaged, as she landed squarely on her back and not on her side. Her left hand still held to her heart, she opened the phone with the thumbprint ID and hesitated for a moment.

What exactly she had been planning to do with the device was unclear to her- perhaps she reached for it put of a subconscious need to contact someone. However there was obviously no signal on different planets, so it was out of the question. However, Naomi ended up pressing on a different app that ultimately had the same comforting effect.

Her photos app had recently been filled with selfies and various shots of her journey through the Marvel universe. There was selfie with Peter in a sandwich shop from her first day there- still thinking that it was an elaborate prank. Strangely, the thought of everything ending up as a prank made her chuckle softly. Next, a series of blurred photos of her and Tony, drunk out of their minds after she told him he was a movie character. Naomi rolled her eyes, and her heartbeat started to slow down. After that, she had a selfie with Skurge, who clearly had no idea what she was doing with the phone based on his expression in the picture. A few scenic shots of Asgard, and the thought that Sakaar wasn't her first time on a foreign planet was massively comforting. Pictures around the Andvari, including the Skull of Surtur and one with a blurry Thor in the back.

Taking a deep breath, Naomi exited from the app, her mind much more cleared and ready to tackle her next task. Before anything else, she turned to the camera and raised her good arm, taking a selfie with her probably dislocated wrist, the dented medical kit, leaned against the back of a spaceship. Tony would probably roll his eyes at her reaction to being alone and injured on a alien planet- taking selfies. But it was distracting, and it worked to slow her heartbeat and center her thoughts on getting to the next step. Which of course, was a sling.

Without any medical experience at all, the most Naomi could do was re-apply the numbing cream until she could find some sort of doctor-if those even existed on Sakaar. Pulling out the bag that held the busted part of the high-tech earpiece that Tony gave her, she dumped the shattered bits into the bottom of her bag. Examining the delicate material, Naomi fumbled around in the medical kit before she happened upon a small pair of surgical scissors, covered in numbing cream. Wiping off the excess before proceeding, she cut into the seams of he bag until she had a medium-sized strip of rectangular fabric. That alone wouldn't be enough to wrap around her shoulder and make a sling, so she grabbed a small roll of medical tape and played around until she managed her goal.

If any stragglers had been around in the garage when Naomi finished, they would have seen quite an odd sight, even on Sakaar. A young woman with a mussed brown bob cut, dressed in a fitted black leather uniform, and a small bag hanging off one shoulder. One arm was held to her torso by a thrown-together sling comprised of expensive fabric and stock medical tape. In the other hand, however, she carried a slightly scratched and dented shotgun, with a large barrel and painted with the trademark colors of the Iron Man.

All in all, she was clearly a woman on a mission.