"He certainly seemed to be the one eager to meet me," Sif teased, shaking her head a little as she shook the real Loki's hand, too. "I'm still Sif, which I'm sure doesn't surprise you."
She pushed a fallen lock of hair out of her face; most of it was back in a falling-apart braid and she was covered in hay and loose hairs and generally felt and looked and smelled of the sheer essence of horse.
"You wanted to meet some horses? What are you looking to do with them?" While she wasn't exactly all business, and had a very friendly, non-business-pushy sort of tone, she was still curious. Sif was never much for small-talk, but she was always one for horse talk.