"Hnossa!! Oh!" she bounced a little on her feet, then looked down at them. What was she wearing. Wait, what was she wearing. Trousers? "Loki. Why am I dressed like a man?" She was entirely unaccustomed to the ways of this world. At least her hair was fair, as it had been when she was in her own body, and her bosom was nice.
"No war. Good. I am glad of it!" She listened, a bit of unease flickering across her face at the idea that Fenrir did not want to associate with others. Of course, he was Fenrir. The wolf that would devour Odin if the end of times came to pass. "I am pleased, very pleased!" Again, she almost bounced and leaned her head into Loki's shoulder.
"Is there a mirror? I do not know what I look like." she frowned.