The Heartwood re-restart

She managed to spit her brain into a red cup as she wanted a repeat of what he said, but how she requested it was just...just...lazy. Oh,I know what you are, his inner glee overrode his initial impatience at the repetition he’d have to enact. She was young, acting and living off of basic words, basic savagery the voice chided almost as a coo within. She was seemingly a shallow girl, Loki assumed, ignorance prevailed over sophistication. 
Perfect for easy melding, easy ‘friending’ until he got close enough to take her over, too. 

So he’d stoop. For now. “Sorry,“ he applied with a slightly charming attempt at a sheepish grin. “I was just asking if you met anyone other than myself out here.“