[ooc: Hijacking this post; Loki's appearance takes place after this network exchange! /obligatory ooc note for reference.]
It took but a moment for Loki to arrive at the location the new girl on the boards had indicated. From the time he sent his last message to the time he arrived was perhaps a minute at best - the time between spent in going to the location they kept the spare amulets and retrieving one. It would not do to go out to fetch a newcomer only to allow them to be possessed if something should happen. Small pendant in hand, he immediately transported himself to the location the girl had designated.
One moment there was nothing, and the next there stood a slim figure - there was no flash or puff of smoke to announce his presence. Loki was not a fan of such theatrics in general; there were times when more grand entrances could be useful, inspiring awe as needed, but here, on a city sidewalk, was not one of those times. If anyone had noticed his appearance, they would likely think they had simply not noticed him walk up, or otherwise rationalize it to themselves until they determined it was nothing out of the ordinary. That was what humans did, unless you gave them a reason to do otherwise.
Loki glanced up at the sign over the building - ‘Starbucks’, it read, and he recalled from previous reading that ‘Starbucks’ was a location that primarily served coffee, but often featured several other beverage types, and generally also supplied a few variations of food. There were several people inside, employees and customers alike - but Loki imediately was able to determine which was the girl he had come to take back to the complex, given that she was the only one covered in blood...
...something which he took care of with a quick gesture as he stepped inside. The actual blood remained, but none of the other patrons of the store were going to notice it anymore - nor would anyone pay either of them any mind at all, for the moment, unless they did something to draw attention. They could speak without concern about others overhearing.
“Hello,” he greeted her, tone cool and calm, offering a nod and a small, polite smile in greeting. He held the small anti-possession charm out to her, string coiled neatly in his palm. “You should wear this immediately. It will prevent you from being possessed.”