Loki looked up from the pitiful rest of motorcycle as she heard a rough male voice mumbling to himself. The god followed the sounds of someone tampering with metal and plastic, and watched the back of the man's head for a moment. Strong-looking guy, and, as he turned around and let her make a good guess about his manners, Loki was quite sure he would have gotten along great with her Asgardian kin. He seems to know what he is doing, but he is likely as intelligent as the steel he forges. Nothing ever truly changes, I suppose.
"Loki Odinson," Loki said. Going by his previous assumption, Loki was quite sure this would mean nothing to the guy other than 'she speaks European or something'. "And I am watching you do..." She took a close look at the device in his hand. "Whatever it is that you are doing, craftsman. Does that answer your question?"