Loki very much wanted to continue on his way.

This inappropriately dressed girl was not his problem. A new arrival, surely. They were always easy to spot. His own arrival had been fraught with the same confusion, the same disbelief, the same desire to wake from whatever nightmare he'd been dropped unceremoniously into.

Walking no more than two paces past her, Loki sighed, drew a steeling breath, and turned back.

"Madam?" He said tentatively. "Are you alright?"