Loki & Sif
Loki's nose wrinkled up. They could keep the rain and mud. It was also in recognition of the fact that they'd had more rain than most. If she spent too long thinking that over, she would become locked up in her own thoughts yet again. This was neither the time nor place.
"Well, there is the doorway in Jane and Thor's spare room?" Loki pointed out, looking at a nearby staircase. Of course, she didn't trust using it if it was made by Midgard's sorcerer apprentice. It was likely to close mid-route if she dared use it, herself. "Which does nothing to afford most of the villagers a quick means of escape, all at once."
She tapped a fingertip against her chin, considering.
"Gold." It had a wide array of uses thanks to its density and conductivity without tarnishing, and they all knew Midgardian currency was useless on other realms for trade purposes. Hence the stockpile of gold, jewels, and relics that Loki put in an underground treasury vault. "We have most of the power sources, thanks to your dragon slaying. But I can't pillage the treasury for this project. I had to use spells to dig up even a few flecks on this planet. And yet, the smallest pieces I could salvage of the old...machinery...were very badly damaged and require mending with sorcery. We need gold so I can finish the rest of the gear assembly. There's really only one collective of planets I can think of, that has gold in abundance."
She looked both ways before saying under her breath, "The Sovereign."