"Aye, I know, we're students, gotta do that...not actually work." Then she heaved a sigh. "Didnae bring 'im. 'E's a turtle, tortoise, probably. C'n fly an' spray holy water, an' 'e's quite full of 'imself. Enterprise Excelsior is 'is name."

Really, she figured EnEx would be less help than harm, here. Holy water or no. Likely she didn't need that type of help. Not yet.

"I suspect ye're gonna need less time tae get used to each other than I am gonna need tae get used ta that turtle," she admitted--half to the snake, half to Loki.

"So what kind o' questions d'ye need me tae answer, then?"