"So Twins huh?" Said a smooth voice from over Wicked's shoulder.
With a swish of his thick coat Loki moved to sit down on the floor beside her, then seemingly out of thin air he pulled out a bag of sandwiches. He was either unaware of her panic or didn't care, but either way he pulled out a sandwich and took a hefty bite on the corner.
As he chewed he narrowed his eyes and scanned the posters again, still no Verity - he had hoped to find her in this universe as a 'Human Lie Detector' was a useful friend to have. Unfortunately for Loki with the panic of moving to space in a hurry he'd not had much luck, but he checked in here every few days or so just to be sure, what gave him hope was NOT seeing her face or name on this wall. Heartless bastard he may have been in his previous incarnations but not now, this Loki was much different and keenly aware of it.
"You know the one thing that always goes to shit when you move to space?" He asked without requiring an answer. "The food! I mean Midgard had such unusual foodstuffs to begin with and now it just tastes all hollow and ... and tasteless." He ranted and gesticulated for effect and turned to look at Wicked. The rant seemed to die there an then, so he shoved the woeful 'whatever' sandwich back in its bag and sighed.