She catches the question in his glance and tips her head towards a comfortable booth where they can sit and order some food. Man's World, she knows, has rules about young folk indulging in wine or other drink, but Descendant doesn't only offer liquor. "Loki," she muses, as she walks with him toward the booth and takes a seat.

"I haven't met him." Here, yet. And the chance that he's the Loki from her own world's pantheon seems slim at best. "I'm sorry to hear about your friend, and glad you found shelter with Jason. He's a good friend to have."