Desmond muttered a quick 'amen' and looked up, his vision still adjusting to this new time and place. He squinted, and even smiled under the mess of blood.
"Nothing like a little temporal displacement to shake your day up, eh?" he made light of the situation. He could taste blood, so decided it was time to ruin another shirt and use his sleeve to stop the flow before he passed out.
"Tell me, is your daughter around in this time? And eh - what is this time?" he asked. From what he knew of Loki there was no guarantee of a straight answer, but he had to at least try.