Loki looked over her shoulder, pushing some of her raven hair behind her ear, and then turned when she saw the man. I have looked at this face before... ah yes, I remember. He is the father of a woman from Midgard who uses magic. Loki's knowledge about mutants was lacking, but during the many times he had spent chained to some wall, he had entertained himself watching the human magicians to see how they used the arcane arts. Her magic had of course been different from Loki's, or even that of the talented human Dr. Strange, but it had been a form of magic.
Loki smiled. Something about her face gave her a look that made a sweet smile impossible; the shape of the eyebrows, or the way her teeth showed between her lips, which were dark green. "Lost, in a way, but I look for nothing. I am very new to this place."
She regarded him again, looking down on the Midgar man. Wouldn't she have known better, she'd have said he came from the house of Odin as well. He carried himself with that same ingterated grace that the princes had learned from a young age.