Even in his haste to get away from the monster, Loki found himself shooting Melinoe an incredulous glance. "What a night indeed!" he responded, unable to keep the disbelief out of his voice. Who was this woman, to be so unfazed in the face of danger? It was a question that deserved answering, but later. Much later, if the speed with which the beast was gaining on them was any sign. It was clear, even after a few moments, that outrunning the beast was not an option.
So Loki began to cast around for another option. They were coming upon a large thoroughfare, one which was busy even at this time of night. Losing the beasts in a crowd was mercenary, but not out of the realm of possibility. Perhaps if they detoured into a smaller area, one in which the beasts could not fit? If he knew the area better, his choice would have been much clearer. "Ideas?" he called out to Melinoe, turning his head for a moment to glance at her again. "They seem to be gaining!"