She was hard to miss, and Loki had known pretty much from the moment she walked in that it was the other half of his party. He put on his own polite smile and stood, putting out his hand for her.
"Hilja, I take it," Loki said, having no problems with the pronunciation. He was used to strange Scandinavian names within his own family, and he'd always had a sort of talent for languages and words. "Or do you prefer Helena?"