Well, someone's applauding. It's slow, heavy clapping, halfway between bemused and sardonic, but clearly there is, in fact, an audience. If Loki looks up, he'll see...a mirror image of himself, really, except this Loki is in much more casual clothing: a loose black silk tunic over, wonder of wonders, worn black jeans. His hair is braided elaborately, though, and whatever he's drinking looks expensive.

"I heard you were around," he says. "This isn't quite how I expected to find you, but who am I to judge?"

"Please do not expect me to shove money into your trousers, however."