L.L.'s gaze moved over the guns with vague interest before landing on the knives. Her face noticeably brightened as she leaned forward to get a better look at each individual knife. The black blades were particularly intriguing. Most of the bladed weapons she used came directly from Asgardia and lacked the matted black blades of more modern weapons. To think there was a time she couldn't care at all about blades; now she was actually excited to view and use them.
"I can scry," she replied, standing up straight. "It'd allow us to see and hear whomever I'm scrying for. It can be blocked if magical barriers are set up around the area, though. I can attempt to find James."
'And Loki as well,' she thought to herself.
"I'd need a scrying pool..." L.L. snapped her fingers, eyes lighting up in realization. "Ah, that's right! I have one at my apartment. Loki gave it to me recently. I can go there real quick and bring it back."