Shannon's mind went elsewhere when Loki said that distraction was his forte. A low purr rumbled in her throat. Her lids half lowered as she looked down at her God. But they couldn't distract in that sort of way, that would leave them both too vulnerable. And it being Hell that wouldn't be that much of a distraction, she imagined.
She gave a little huff of a chuckle. "Well, I am a Rogers." It was distant relation. She squatted her legs just a little, and lowered her wings, should the two like a 'ride' to the intended point of interest. While science said that she shouldn't be able to fly, and shouldn't be able to carry passengers, reality didn't jive with that. She knew she could carry them both without trouble.