Much to his own chagrin (and annoyance) Loki jumps slightly when the man speaks behind him. He’s usually rather difficult to sneak up on, but he’s also been lost in his own thoughts for longer than he he’d care to admit. “Yes, well, I was aiming for seven.” All lies, but no one needs to know that.

With a frown, Loki continues to look out over the water. He’s dressed in simple black slacks and a dark green sweater. He misses his armour, but it makes him feel like he stands out a bit too much around here and contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t always need to be the center of attention.

“Well, it was quiet.” Loki’s tone is rather pointed as he turns to glare at the man. He’s not used to people suddenly showing up and talking to him unless they need him for something. Except for Thor. Oh he hopes this guys isn’t as annoying as his brother. Maybe if he’s rude, he’ll get the message and leave. Most do. Except it doesn’t work. Loki huffs and rolls his eyes as the man picks up a stone himself. Well, if it gets too much, he can always just walk away. That should send the message right quick.