Harley considers his question. There are times when she thinks she could care quite a lot for Loki. And times when she doesn't know if this is another incident of false hope.

She is a flash in the fire. And has fallen for the wrong type before.

Is she and her Loki something special? She really doesn't think anyone else would describe them as that.

"I pray by fighting." She answers. Because that is the truth. In her last expedition, she became the Valkyrie that he calls her. She fought tooth and nail. With his gifted ice dagger in one hand, and the flame sword in another. And she is sure wherever he is... he would have sensed that moment of chaos. Of her letting go and truly fighting with everything she has. Everything she is.

And maybe a little part of him also senses her when the madness catches up with her. When the laughter in her mind gets so loud, that she can't hear anything else. That moment when her crazy claims her again.

"I am more aiming to be a little above wrong." Harley glances at him, when he asks if she is alright. She knows she isn't. Never could be. All she can do is fight for that last piece of sanity.

And Cricket is helping keep it safe.

"I ain't giving up. Not on finding answers. I can promise you that."