[Loki lifts his chin defiantly, as if he's holding himself back from snapping back at this young man who dares to speak as if they're equals. They are equal on this count, though, and he's not exactly overflowing with information about this place. He forces a grin, head lolling to one side in a gesture just short of mocking.]

I'm afraid so. My name and a few-- [He waves a hand flippantly.] --flashes. Nothing I can nail down, of course. And nothing that clearly indicates I didn't die.

[Actually, there is the one memory that sort of leads him to believe he absolutely did. But he's trying not to dwell on that one.]

But I've heard I'll remember more the longer I'm here, yes? Have you?