Mobius waves in return. And Klefki makes a small noise, but at least doesn't go back to hiding.

And then the realization hits. Ah. It's a Loki, sure, but it's not his Loki. There's probably an expression that flits across his face--hurt, disappointment?--before it's gone again. "Mobius. I know you, Loki of Asgard. Or, I know variants of you." Not enigmatic at all. "You from here, or did you wake up in some lady's house, too?"