Tommy did his best to generate enough power, enough backup, to try and harness what Loki did provide - they were milking him for the juice, Tommy was just attempting to harness it too, like backup, making a container for all that magic. "Well, don't faint like a damsel or anything," he warned, in his snarky-but-caring way - and it wasn't as if he was going to let Loki pass out cold, a lump on the floor.
"So is that...?" He squinted, narrowing his eyes at the tear. It looked freakadelic, but it seemed to be a good sign - all systems were a go as they should be, everything was working how it should. "How do we know where it goes? Is one of you going to step through or do we have shit we're gonna toss in there to be sure...?"
It also looked ominous, but he didn't want to weenie it up right now either.