She could have responded that she'd never seen him around Asgard either. She almost did. It was little off-putting to Sigyn that he'd state that so bluntly, as though he were somebody and she was nobody. The fact was, she hadn't seen him either, so he couldn't be all that important, now could he? But she bit her tongue and didn't say what she wanted to.
Sigyn crossed her arms, still holding the hammer in one hand, so it ruined the effect just a bit. But she wasn't letting go of her weapon until she was sure she wouldn't need it. Which might be never considering he hadn't answered her question at all. He'd turned it around on her instead. Did that mean he had something to hide? After all he said he was somebody she probably didn't want to be seen with. What did that mean anyway?
“I will tell you what I'm doing, and who I am,” she informed him, “when you answer my question. And you know very well that was not an answer, that was an evasion, so please don't try to argue that what you gave me was enough. It wouldn't be a fair trade to tell give you the information you're looking for when you deny me the information that I see, would it? I will say that it stands to reason that if I've never seen you around Asgard, you wouldn't have seen me either, would you? Obviously, we have different circles of acquaintances. Now. Who are you?”
It was bold to not only question him again, but to offer him such a tease. Sigyn didn't actually do it intentionally. But if she was offering a fair trade, well, he had given her a response of sorts, so she should offer him one in kind. He wasn't somebody she should be seen with. And she wasn't a member of his clique of friends. But neither answer gave any true indication of identity on either part, and Sigyn really wanted to know who this man was.