[Lynne sat close to Loki, her chair nearly touching his as her eyes surveyed the room. There were so many unfamiliar faces, but still some she knew...without actually knowing. Her fingers laced with Loki's under the table but her eyes kept shifting nervously to Thor. She leaned closer to Loki and whispered to him.]
He's not the same, is he? Not the Thor who knows me? [Not the Thor I faced today, went unsaid.]
[Her eyes shifted back to Thor and then faltered, noting the woman who had taken a seat beside him and the daggers she stared back thinly hidden by a false smile. Sif, she remembered from the films, she thought. Still in a hushed tone, she asked Loki,]