"Really?" She countered with bantering incredulity, watching his every move with a steady eye. "Why do I find that hard to believe?" Loki didn't seem to recognize her; good, if he knew she was an Avenger, this might not end well. But then, did anything ever when the God of Mischief was involved? Jessica ventured to step closer, gliding her fingers along the stone surface, and allowed for a small smile to shape her lips while her gaze settled on his for a brief moment. "It's the smile, I think," she bantered on, leaving a trace of ambiguity, "that gives you away."