Loki could live with banished demons as long as it wasn't ghosts that were vanishing. He listened to the rest of the explanations. A surviver. His attitude reminded him of his child.
"Have I become more interesting than the station?" he asked. Suddenly, he realised the danger to that. His strength was lacking - severely lacking - and even his brain could not keep up. Everything was so slow! He made an effort to listen for any noise around him. Any sign of an animal that was around. Where were these damn raptors when you actually wanted them to bother you? "Norway. A small village called Ingoulf." He decided to stick to Brenna's story. This mind was not made to make up a story. Far. Too. Slow.