[ What a gross guy, wow. Loki has manners and decides, since he's screwed with the travellers' code and now has a guest, to put on enough coffee for two. Then he leans back on the table and folds his arms, assessing the meatsack sniffing its own pits. Incredible.

A smile twitches in the corner of his lips. ]

You'd be better off with a sword. There are creatures of rock and worse, guns don't help much against those. [ He cocks his head. ] You came out alone, then?