@yamiisha --
“The first white coat I’ve seen in this blackened wasteland of a city and I notice a fondness for gallows humor. I suppose it goes without saying that I find it fitting for this dimension’s given mood.”
To wit, she was no Night Nurse--but then, who ever would be? Loki was merely commenting what she was seeing and hearing. The God and Goddess of Mischief could be so obvious now and again, moreso in the company of what was then a stranger, even if the aura said plenty when it curled around like a thick blanket upholstered by dark nylons.
Perhaps that particular assessment was too vague (or, pray that she doesn’t hear, dramatic) of her. Nevertheless, she had Loki’s interest, fleeting as such a thing often was.
“Tell me, has anyone come to you as a patient? I’ve been wondering if this whole running around in a mostly flattened once-city has accrued any casualties.”