Jane & Loki
Lady Loki slipped in to stand by Jane's side, the neverending champagne held in one hand. Thor's intended looked beautiful in that dress, a sharp contrast to what the Midgardian woman seemed to wear while in the throes of science. Fashion often wasn't the point when up to one's nose in scientific advances, anyway. Even Loki tended to let the hair do its own thing and to forget to eat, particularly if engaged in an intense study or while jotting down notes. It got to the point where, when she did sleep, she started to dream about cataloging body parts and the potential uses of a crystal drake.
At any rate, it wouldn't be hard to guess who it was, considering the tone and measure of the voice was the same. As was the coloring of the skin, hair, and eyes, and the amused smirk that all too easily played over her lips.
"Hello, Lady Jane. You look stunning this evening," she said, shaking some errant locks of raven hair back over a shoulder. "I see my brother has left your side for a moment. Allow me to guess. Is he stuffing his face with treats from trays, like the Man of Iron is doing?"