It was in his understanding that the addition of a weapon did one of two things - turned a capable person slightly more confident, or an incapable person more nervous. At the very least, Fiona looked more comfortable clutching a rusty piece of metal than not. And if she wasn't nervous with it, that meant she was less likely to accidentally hit him with it.

"Well," he said. "I hope you won't be late for your shift." What he really wanted to do was poke around, but he figured that would be easier if he could manage to deposit Fiona back in the hotel. However, he didn't know if that was possible, so he would just have to get used to her for the time being.

A touch of movement caught his eye, and without warning Loki grasped Fiona's elbow and hustled her off the street and ducking into an alley. There were people, clad head to toe in battered overalls and masks. He didn't fear them, but to him they seemed like a scouting party, which he knew a an interloper to always avoid, at least when you had baggae. "We should try a few doors," he said, his voice still even and calm.