[Loki is gathering supplies himself, pausing to tilt his head and consider.]
None that would go to this kind of trouble to kill me.
[He eyed the scattereditems that Steve discarded with an arched brow, dipping to retrive a fallen flashlight. He flicked the button. It still worked. Turning it off, he nodded.]
no subject
None that would go to this kind of trouble to kill me.
[He eyed the scattereditems that Steve discarded with an arched brow, dipping to retrive a fallen flashlight. He flicked the button. It still worked. Turning it off, he nodded.]
That we should. Lead the way.