The god watched the other man as he spoke. The story he described was dull if it had not been for that very last comment about his home. Trouble that follows me... He was about to chime in with another question but John seemed to have a different idea. Loki's eyes glinted with glee. The man had at least spirit. A lot more entertaining than those who simply handed their information to him.
"Ah, a trade of answers. Delightful! Handsome and excellent company. What made me deserve that?" Brenna's face smiled. It would have looked innocent if it had not been for the fact that it really did not. "This is station 0X3. It was abandoned fifty years ago by the people living here. A catastrophe happened, people went crazy and started killing each other..." A minority had but that was not as good a story. One had to keep its clientele entertained. "My turn. What trouble follows you?"