"Oh... Sweetie.." There was a bit of Southern Drawl to her tone, when she spoke. Her form would not be seen by this shell of a ghost of a god. But, she was there, he'd be able to feel her pressure, the muted light she gave off. Even if he did not know the Spectrum, he'd know she was there.
Suddenly... Grandly in several flashes of muted light, Bonnie appeared near the Ghostly God. He wouldn't be able to touch her, even if he tried his hardest. But, who should he? Bonnie was here to help.
"Hi, Loki." Her voice was everywhere but nowhere at the same time. Bonnie knew how to talk to those that have not crossed over. The 'dead.' It almost made her giggle, seeing a 'god' struggle like this.
"You're in the wrong place. You go that way a hundred yards, and you're fucking dead." She choked back another bit of laughter. "Well, more dead than you already are... You aren't from our station or this one, are you?" A small smirk came to her lips.