[Crashed spaceships. Plural. Ah. If Loki had had any doubts that whatever brought him here was big, the implication that there might be some intergalactic conflict involved has washed those away.

Loki sighs, running a hand through his hair.] Unfortunately I appear to be fresh out of bells. Or things to ring them with. However that saying is supposed to work. [He glances at his companion sidelong.] I take it you've recalled a bit more than your own name, then? Which, ah, speaking of. Mine is Loki. As far as I know, anyway.