Loki | MCU (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} subtletrick) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
Loki was deeply involved enough in his thoughts that the arrival of another person to his table drew him sharply out of them, immediately rebuking himself for having been so lost, so distracted. Outwardly, it did not look like much - a slow blink, and a refocus of sharp eyes, a shift from stars to the woman before him, then down to where she had placed her drink. Back to her, then, and a thin eyebrow quirked slightly.
"It would not appear that it is, no." His tone was simple enough, deliberately neutral and polite, "Natasha, is it not? Please, by all means..." He gestured towards the seat she intended to claim. Her appearance was familiar enough from their exchange on the network - albeit a small and seemingly deliberately-cropped image, the hair and the facial structure were a match. Loki did not miss details.
He also did not throw around words where they were unneeded. As she settled in, he took a drink from his cup, his posture at-ease and calm, allowing her to lead the conversation wherever she wished. He would not direct this - not immediately. Not if he hoped to gather the trust of those who knew the maddened monster that called itself by his name.