"Ah. You have heard of me," Loki is not in nearly as good a place to enjoy that as he has been in the Nexus in the past, so there's no sparkling smile this time, but he gives a little nod, and then follows the gaze toward Isidor.
"She looks busy. I thought it best not to interfere with her work," he says.
Besides, she might try to tell him what to do and he's not about that life right now.
"I will accept rations." He frowns a moment, then says, "And, yes, I may not need the pickaxe, myself, but should the ice prove resistant to my magic or if I happen to find a survivor, I'll take that, as well. A coat will not be necessary."
He hesitates a moment, because the last thing he wants is to discuss his Jotun form, but it seems...prudent, under the circumstances. "In the cold, it is possible I will look different. Blue skin, red eyes. If you could suggest others kindly refrain from shooting at me, it would make my life simpler."
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"She looks busy. I thought it best not to interfere with her work," he says.
Besides, she might try to tell him what to do and he's not about that life right now.
"I will accept rations." He frowns a moment, then says, "And, yes, I may not need the pickaxe, myself, but should the ice prove resistant to my magic or if I happen to find a survivor, I'll take that, as well. A coat will not be necessary."
He hesitates a moment, because the last thing he wants is to discuss his Jotun form, but it seems...prudent, under the circumstances. "In the cold, it is possible I will look different. Blue skin, red eyes. If you could suggest others kindly refrain from shooting at me, it would make my life simpler."