A medium. A man of mystic magic perhaps. There was definitely something mysterious about the masked man and Loki was just trying to read him, even though the mask made that task a little more strenuous. He still seemed curious, so his questions would not go unanswered since Loki was in this same situation a few weeks back. Being thrust into a new unknown world was enough to make anyone uneasy.

"I have been here around three weeks now. This Nexus seems to take whomever it wishes to populate it's many areas. Different aliens, mortals, immortals, we all live here together."

The man's attire was not unfavourable since Loki too enjoyed a bit of black leather to match his green obsession. Even his scarves were green. The man's mask though, that was the main point of the god's fascination. It might be the point of personal preference or the man's main form of breathing equipment.

"What is your name? Also, why do you wear that mask? Can you not breathe without it?"