"...Thank you," Loki looked down at the jar she'd set next to him and unscrewed the lid, sniffing at it a little suspiciously before spreading it on his neck, letting out a soft sigh at the numbing sensation. He was always cold, but he was somehow more cold than he had been for a long time out here, where the worlds seemed to make little sense to him.
"A bring people from our world kick," he repeated slowly, passing the jar back over to her as he looked over the cliff face, trying to make some sense of the shapes in the water or the sounds of the waves, crashing against the rocks. It was as unpredictable as always, but everything felt different. Off-kilter. "It sounds as though you've settled in to stay, though," and amidst all of this uncertainty, it almost looked like a pleasant option. A part of him was convinced that if he could get back, he could somehow escape Thanos' grasp, but.
Valkyrie's surprise at seeing him and Banner's words made him consider that perhaps that was even beyond his magic, exhausted from the attack on the Statesman as it was with one last weapon in their arsenal that had failed. "And what of Thor? Not here, I'm assuming. I doubt he would be off my tail if he were - worse than the Captain, who was quick to comment on my arrival," he rolled his eyes as he flipped the device out to check it, tucking it back away in his pocket.