It was Loki’s turn to chuckle at the woman’s surprise and her frantic actions that soon followed. He had seen it a million times before when he would suddenly appear out of nowhere, been threatened at least half of those times by a guard thinking it was a threat, and been yelled at the other half. This woman appeared to act no different, her panic quickly turning to anger.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Who am I? Well if I told you that this wouldn’t be nearly as much fun.”</span>He spoke, one brow raised as she once more stepped forward. Amusement flashed in his own eyes at the sight of this pale young woman, filled with rage, shaking before him with the likely intent to take a swing. It was comical almost with their differences in height, though Loki’s current appearance was a few<br/>inches shorter than his true stature.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Please, if I had wanted ‘a cut of the profits’ I would have taken it by now.”</span>The god said, using his telekinesis to lift one of the stacks of cash from the woman’s pocket, letting it float between them for a moment, just long enough to stir up anymore worry, before dropping it at her feet. Pausing in thought, Loki’s eyes locked on the woman’s own milky white pupils, confirming what he had thought. She was blind.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“I think the better question would be who are you? Normal people don’t simply move through solid objects, or use such powers for criminal means.”</span>This woman had been a spur of the moment discovery, Loki had only followed a peculiar feeling. Magic and powers of any sort often left some trace behind, especially if one knew what to look for.<span style="color: #00BF00">"But as we've seen, you're not exactly normal, now are you?"</span>