[Loki tries to picture a jetski, but nothing manifests in his mind's eye before the space behind his actual eyes begins to throb. He shakes his head in an effort to ease the discomfort and sighs.]

Maybe? I don't know. I just remember they were cool. Or well. Someone I knew thought they were.

[He presses his lips together, irritation tightening across his brow.]

Well, that's humiliating. It's hardly even my memory. What a promising start.