It didn't matter, it would just mean that this would take time. He doubted that anyone on the station would help him, but there was the chance they might not believe Loki. From his experience, the Asgardian he knew had a hard time making friends, let alone trusting them.
"I'll leave you with this, Loki. If you tell people what I want they'll start looking, and when they do I'll know. I'll find it just as fast. So perhaps you might want to consider..." Slowly, like the tar that had seeped from him, he raised a single digit to rest just in front of the skull mask. "Keeping this little dialogue between us..."
"Friends." he finished, the grin behind the mask audible in his voice.
Lightning cracked with the gunshot noise again, a bright flash of amber-red light and the man was gone, leaving a blinking after image in Loki's vision of the skull and finger.