Loki makes a point of looking around at the devastation as he pushes off the tree and paces slowly around the edge of her clearing, keeping the same distance from her as he goes, running a hand over the bark of a tree, picking a leaf off a low-hanging broken branch.

"Why not?" he decides. "This place has chosen to strip away everything that makes it enjoyable."

Everything except fighting, which he assumes is still largely forbidden. Still, rebellion runs very close to the surface in him, it always has, and if the powers that be here have decided to change the rules, he fully intends to push back. Hard. With blood, if possible.