Enough that her mouth quirks again, clearly trying to decipher exactly what a portal loop might be and whatever she's picturing is probably both pretty close and really funny.

“I'm not risking having you repeat it back to Stark that I said the same,” she says, blithely, “so I'm not going to.”

But she does. Considers him a friend, even, after a fashion; a bit avuncular, a bit too much alike to her, but someone upon whom she could probably rely, if she needed to. His irritating insistence on calling her a good person aside,

(she's not as bad as all that)

she likes the man, as well as respects him.

“Loki called me terrifying,” she adds, after a moment, “when no one could lie to each other. I don't think much of the gods I've met, to be perfectly honest with you.”