Loki did not have the time, energy or patience to deal with Katherine's arrogant petulant tone and the raise in her heart rate. Anger was a useless emotion right now, when he could smell searing flesh on the wind and hear screaming orders in the distance.
"Bakery?" he said, grabbing her hand in his and teleporting them directly inside with a thud. "Bakery." he said finitely, looking down at the figure of the baking girl and her assistant. Lecter's daughter, whatever her name was. "Is she dead?"