Sylvie looked up when she saw someone walk in, a frown forming on her features. Asgardian, if she had to guess. Great. No doubt they realized that she was using their place to hide out, pretend that Asgard was still her home even though it had been hundreds, if not thousands, of years since she was last home... not that this was her home. No, this was someone else’s reality. She was just some random sorceress. Not a Loki, not anymore. She didn’t care who this person was. Just get rid of them. Kill them if she had to. It didn’t matter, whatever Ragnarok was was coming, and these people would be dead soon, anyway.
“Sorry, this hovel’s already taken. Go find another.” With that, her gaze went back to her sword, returning to sharpening it. She had to be ready should the TVA come here, of all places. She should be safe, given most of this Asgard was about to die. She just had to get out before the planet was destroyed. Shouldn’t be too hard.