Watching Loki as he stiffens a little, he - even in his impaired state - prepares to have to scrub the conversation. He's feeling strange, strained, a fish out of water and reeling....

But then the Rifter is calm, his tone pleasant. Making tea. Of course. He's used to feeling like the odd one out, too, isn't he?

"...They are," he murmurs into his glass of water. "Some peopl'r...nice about it. But some I have to make the memories dis'ppear. Make me fade aft'r I help."