"Maybe," Loki echoed, not sounding overly certain about that, but it wasn't really her place, she supposed. Not that that had ever stopped her before. This hotel changed people anyway. Narrowed the world to something small that was interesting and boring in equal measure depending on the day. Mobius, like everyone else, would end up carving his own path here. Until he was gone. Or wasn't. It was hard to know.
"Well, I did take a pitstop to meet a me," she pointed out. The tiny Alligator looked unimpressed, and Loki felt that was a bit rude. "There'll be some by my door when I go back. Do you suppose we should go trick or treating?"