"Excuse you, she is a hat." Loki doesn't actually sound offended as he sits a respectable distance away from the stranger. He lets go of Snorunt, but she remains in his lap, eyeing the newcomer suspiciously.

"Snjókorn here is also rather anxious, but she's getting better. Go on, say hello." She doesn't move from the lap, but she does wave a stubby little arm and chitter out a friendly hello. Loki gives her a comforting pat as a reward.

"I don't believe we've met. I am Loki, of Asgard."