With a flashing orb of blue light a figure appeared in the cell with curiously good timing. He was dressed in a strange mix clothing, more Asgardian in style than any other wore around here, and a winged helmet which shaded his eyes. The orb hovered about him, should Loki chose to lash out at the stranger, and he smiled.
"You weren't thinking of just walking out of here, were you?" he asked kindly, sounding amused, "They have another magic user, are you sure you're well enough to fight? There's a simpler way."