Hela couldn't agree with Loki more. "A little consistency is all I ask." She had always preferred signs or locations that indicated destinations rather than a dizzying array of non-sequential of numbers.
Hela had enjoyed most of the people found here in Orange County, certainly Garm was enjoying the beach and the wide open space to run, but Hela hadn't allowed herself to make a final judgment about this place without the last two pieces coming into play.
"Baxter's looks lovely," she smiled. "Shall we," then offering a pale hand in escort, a perfectly natural gesture, but more so when Hela was around Loki. "How long have you lived here?"