"Yes. This is where Loki is." She pointed out the lone dot. It was in the god's trademark green. "You can have the glasses. I have my mask, but I do not really need it, unless I cross someone's path that I have not met yet." Like a hound, everything was scents. And usually she had neither.
Something rang in her mind again and she tilted her head just a little. "Why do you smell like Parker? But not at the same time."