Her guns are out instantly, barrels pointed at Loki's head. "I'd rather you not talk," she says, head cocked to the side, jaw tight. That orb is going to be a problem, particularly seeing she has no idea what it is or what it's capable of doing. Knowing Loki, it can't be anything good.

So she needs to make herself some time.

"We defeated you once, Loki. What makes you think I can't do it again?"