Mobius had heard that this hotel did strange things, but this was something else altogether. He'd woken up in a room that wasn't his own, tethered to a child. Teenager? Not an adult, at any rate, and Mobius wasn't sure what to do about that. He'd never been a babysitter, never spent time around any kids that he knew of. He didn't even have any memories of himself being that age.
"You keep saying quirks, what is that?" Mobius asked him as he tried to catch up. This kid talked more than Loki in a monologue.
"I'm Mobius. What do you mean, hurt me?" he asked him, warily. He was no stranger to being in dangerous situations but that was normally with the full power of the TVA behind him.