A tender exchange with Night Sky has calmed Loki down by this time, else he'd be all too eager to respond to that question in the most direct way possible. He still feels a little twitchy and on-edge, but he's aware what's causing it now, and what soothes it.

He blinks at the stranger, unable to see her face through her visor. It strikes him as a little eerie. "...Genuinely? I feel rather neutral about it, seeing as how we've just met. On the other hand, killing people for no good reason is a bit of my past I've been trying to leave behind me."

Even if, chances are, the faction leaders would bring her right back. "Can we backtrack a bit, here? Actually, first let's get out of the moonlight, that seems to be what's causing the problem." He moves under a nearby cafe awning, beckoning her after him.