"You've talked about it?" Please pardon the healthy amount of skepticism buried beneath the careful neutrality in her voice, Bruce, but this is, in fact, Loki. Loki whom she wouldn't trust if her life depended on it. Maybe especially then.

The expression softens at the rest of what he says, though, and she leans into his shoulder, turning to look towards the rest of the group. "I know. It's hard to find the words to explain something like that, because the words there are don't seem big enough, or urgent enough. You can't describe something like that." She's quiet for a moment, processing the last.

"You have any idea why?"