Enough dilly-dallying, she told herself. She should just go home for tonight, start making some plans for tomorrow, deal with--
Something hot and fast-moving smacked into her, hard enough to make her teeth click together and rattle inside her skull. Had she been struck by a falling star? Had rogue meteorite gone streaking through the hall? Did somebody roll a burning barrel down corridor? Actually that last one was entirely possible.
But no. It was Loki. Grabbing her. And yelling at her. The former was alright, but the latter was a bit-- Well, no, it was uncalled for, but not at all out of character. It sort of reminded her of their second meeting.
Her brows rose, and she leaned back slightly. Or as far as his firm grip would allow. "What is wrong with me is that a fire giant just tried to run me over. I had no warning. I was just standing here, minding my own business, and boom! I'm fine, by the way. A little rattled, as that was a rather hard hit, and I think my shoulder is going to ache, but given my recent health issues, I'm still just fine, thanks for asking. And how are you?"