He's gotta go the way of understatement or his poor brain's gonna get overwhelmed with a case of 'in over his head's. Never mind the unintentional puns, he's just a human, and sometimes he really fuckin' hates that.

At least he's got friends capable of some pretty remarkable shit.

"Yeah. I don't know whether it's somethin' she can do, or if she's getting lucky, or if there's something wrong with the head. When we had our memories spilling over each other, and the clones were half baked. I'm starting to wonder if he's breakin' down. He's been around for a long time."

Then he shrugs. "But first we gotta find this woman and talk to her. Problem is, no one is willing to come forward 'cause they're scared shitless. The bodies she leaves aren't in great shape. And I'm gonna need help with that, 'cause I want to prove that these fucking iterations have nothing on what real people can do... if you just let 'em."

He spreads his fingers and looks over at the giant cat, who bumps on his shoulder. Thinking back to what Loki said. "I don't hate cats, they're fine. I do like dogs better. But this big fella is called a 'Lying Cat'. It knows when people are lying, and it'll say it. If you're good with that, I'll not get too personal. Especially since you're a fuckin' battle god of some sort. First question. You are the real Loki and not another better-made duplicate?"

He doesn't know if it'd work on the copies but it's worth it for a first question.