Having spent almost her entire life squinting across the plains, Éomer considers herself quite skilled at reading fine detail, and so when Steven lifts the hammer for her to see it better, it only takes her a few seconds to take in the carving decorating its side, as well as the text written there.

Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.

Apart from the shape itself, it reminds her of her own sword, passed down to her from her father. Perhaps she will show it to him another time. At the moment, she has other things on her mind, the first of which is: "Who is Thor?"

And then, after giving him another speculative look, she hums quietly and tries another tactic. "You do not seem to have much in the way of provisions, Steven."