Ever inscrutable, Hela would not allow thought or actions to be governed by fear, her heavy chill of blue gaze leveled on Loki's attempting to dissect and decipher the twinkle of madness mirrored in his eyes. She knew better than to be so baited into his foolishness when a stalemate was inevitable and yet… and yet, Hela she had could not force herself to step away from the table now that her brother set the board.
"Ah, there he is, the entertainer," her voice curled with a wiry edge of mirth, "How I have missed him." Since Loki would not break bread willingly with her, Hela took matters and the remaining muffin into her hand, splitting the food stuff it in half, and settled in to enjoy it with the latte.