[ if he notices he's under scrutiny, it doesn't seem to affect him. there's a casual glance here and there, watching someone pass or getting distracted with the next table. the sort of look that she's giving him is something he's used to, but usually contains more glare. ]

Oh, us too, of course. Worlds lost—poof!—just like that. Some sort of excuse about energy and justifying all means by the same end.

That's what they used when the program claimed we needed to kill the goddesses on our last mission, anyway.

[ that's still an awkward sore point. while Loki remained teetering on the blade between accepting divinity as-is and wanting it in ruin, the idea that someone else was making that decision for him bristled him like a cat.

despite that, there doesn't seem to be a notable change in his demeanor, only a frown as he tries to scrape up the last bit of that tiramisu. ]