"I wouldn't call you nosy," he said. Nosy was annoying, almost impossible to deal with. She was acting abashed, and he couldn't figure out why. She didn't look like the sort of woman who didn't, at least, have a few slivers of strong confidence in her repertoire.

"I thought you looked new," he said. He couldn't see Fiona anywhere in sight - perhaps she was on a break, or she was back home, or she was sleeping somewhere. In any case, he didn't feel like seeking her out. When it came to people he knew Loki didn't really look for them; they just came and went on their own terms, and every now and then there was a collision.