"Then we share a nickname, Mr. Lensherr," the frost giant said, the lockets in her hair chiming like small bells as she moved her head, a high and unreal sound, like impish laughter of pixies. She remembers him clearer now, small bits of information, as Magneto has sometimes managed to involve even Loki's high and mighty brother into the mutant's trouble by the sheer force of his attacks on the humans.
He seems too mellow for this now... But Loki has gone through different phases of aggressiveness as well. Views can change, she is quite aware of it. For a moment the god paused, wondering if she shouldn't keep quiet and lie, but it seemed rather stupid, with the mind-reading Psylocke around. "My name is Loki Odinson," she said, extending her long-fingered, pale hand, with the clawlike fingernails. "The dimensional rift has placed me here. I am not sure if you have met me where you come from, but if you did, you might know how I can move around here without security clearance. I was not aware I needed it, it was no malice. Though if you tell me dangerous men walk around here, I understand why you would be suspicious..."