As for the laughing, one had to take the good with the bad where Loki was concerned. Or the absolute mixing of the two into some sort of odd grey area, where he seemed to comfortably exist. The frown turning to a scowl was noted but didn't seem to bother him either way. He idly waved a hand in her direction, cloaking her in invisibility as he turned to order her a drink.
It wasn't long before he held out a colorful green-tinged cocktail in one hand, while sipping at the remains of his own drink.
"Are you enjoying your...job?" he inquired, since it somehow didn't seem to suit her. He wasn't entirely certain what it was she did for a living before, as the possibilities in the galaxy seemed much less limited than they were on Midgard.