At this point in time Jefferson didn't want to think of who or what a 'technician' was supposed to be. Having almost little to no information of who had done what to James, all he'd known was that it was horrible, and the code names were just as repellent as the entire idea.
So when James asked, he merely nodded along with Clint, his own eyes stopping to watch Loki--who admittedly thought it was odd that the same person was just staring at him. No big deal, twins were a thing, right? He'd seen...never seen any twins yet.
Neither of them looked entirely pleased that he was here either. Joy!
"I misplaced my Technician's nametag in the move here. So sorry. Yes, I'm Loki, so nice to meet you, I'll be your guide along memory lane today. Do mind the space." The area was fine but Loki just wanted to be sure. He studied the living space before going to lift the coffee table and place it back along the far wall as if it were just a tissue box. May as well have been. Didn't want James to get kick crazy.
"Perfectly fine." As he wasn't about to go sit in the man's lap, the Demi-God made his way around the back of the couch to stand beside Jefferson, whose demeanor seemed to grow more foreboding the closer Loki approached. Assuming that he was standing there more as a supportive figure rather than one who was going to hurt Loki in any way while he was concentrated on James, Loki patted the brain-washy subject on the shoulder. "Head back please. Just relax, you shouldn't feel a thing, we're just going to open some doors here..."
With James' head rested back against the couch cushion, Loki tentatively scooped his scalp into his palms, thumbs resting over his temples. No noises or mouthpieces, electricity, pain, or shock. Just the warm blanket of emerald magic moving from Loki's fingertips to James' psyche, magically gifting him access to remove some of those damaged blocks of time and information.