Shannon didn't hide her exasperated eyeroll. She had a far more lazy way of doing that, but since he wanted to do it the long way, she let him have it. And shot off a few more messages to people while he riffled through his phone. That done she stuck her phone into the pocket of the borrowed pants.
"You are correct. Lover of Loki, mother of Katherine, distant relative of the current Rogers on the station, grandmother to Lucy, Richie, Bill, and Eddie. Dragoness, and fire artist." She glanced at him, and without an utterance of a spell, or a shift of a brow, the candles he did light flared, but didn't do any damage to anything they the tips of flame touched. "I'm also an introverted recluse." That was the Cliff's notes version of her introduction.