“Eh,” he answered with a shrug, “I'm not dead or strapped to a rock, so it's fair to say pretty damn good.” Which, given everything that had gone horrifically wrong in the past, was the case. Just being able to walk about and not have any Aesir breathing down his neck was a relief. He didn't owe anyone anything anymore, no one was going to boss him around, he was done with all that nonsense. He'd been strapped to that damn rock for far too long. It was time he learned to live again.
Step one, now that the whole relearning to walk and acclimate to the world thing was out of the way, was connecting with old friends and see if they were still among those he could call friend. The step after that would involve getting his friends all together and have a grand time while hopefully putting any fears Sigyn had to rest that they weren't going to go on the prowl for women or blow something up.
Well... there was the possibility that they might blow something up. It just wouldn't be like a whole neighborhood or anything. Maybe a coffee can or a car. A car would be fun to blow up, wouldn't it? Full gas tank, a fuse and enough distance... yes. Oh yes.
Sigyn would probably not approve. Ah well, he could dream.
“What about you, you old salt? Up to no good, I presume?”
Loki took another puff on his cigarette before gesturing to the food Mac had. “Whatcha eatin'?” He asked curiously. He liked food, he liked trying new foods especially. So if it was something that sounded good and was nearby, he'd be all over that.