There were very few people willing to listen to him, and so when he found someone open to the idea that he wasn't just a monster or some horned demon, he took the chance. His interest in Quinn was just that -- interest -- because he didn't know enough about the island or why he was here to care about anything beyond navigation. Of course, he wouldn't turn up his nose at the company of a young woman, but this was more about building allies than it was about beginning friendships.
It had meant something to him that she'd taken the time, unprompted, to stick up for him. People didn't generally do that -- well, at least they hadn't since Thor stopped, and that hadn't really been since they were children. It struck a chord and it made him a bit curious as to why she would and what kind of person might understand that he'd only meant to do what was right -- even if perhaps he'd gone about it all the wrong way.
He strolled outside, using his staff as a walking stick; the gem at its crown a dull sapphire blue, no longer glowing with the energy of the tesseract. They, wherever they were, were too far from it now.
"Hello." Loki said with a smile when, at last, he was close enough.