[ Loki tugs on his hood a bit absently, taking a quick look down the corridors closest to make sure their pursuers weren't returning. ]

I'm heading toward the Deck of Observation—it seemed of some importance on the part of our sudden announcement. A little something something left in static, eh? I would rather like to see what it was.

[ his curiosity is compelling him, here. ]

To be pulled from the fray and into the fire. Now, if only we had the customary mortal celebratory bacon.