She was charmed. He looked young, but he wasn't - she could see it in his eyes, and felt it in the brush of his lips against her hand. It gave weight to his words - and she didn't once consider he might be lying about what he was - not even when she realized who he was.

"Loki? The Loki? Why, I've heard so much about you." She beamed, genuinely pleased. "And read of course. The children do love their stories of Ragnarok. But how could this place possibly be a prison?" She examined her purse, when her hand was free to do so, and gave him another thin smile. "I'm afraid I don't have any pockets in this dress, but if this is a spell, then..."

She lifted out the strangest watch from her purse, one eyebrow raised as the lights glinted off of it. "Now, I now I didn't put this in here myself. Was there something strange about my train? I did find it terribly odd that I missed my stop so completely."