"Pike," Loki repeated thoughtfully, watching the woman. That odd energy around her was only building, and... well, her reaction to looking at him was one he was only familiar with from the outside. (Generally, from various peoples' looks directed at Thor, which he'd always taken as a sign to make himself scarce. Quickly.)

Directed at him, it was... wrong.

Loki spared a moment to internally curse that inconvenient agreement to behave. If the woman was under some kind of curse or control, it would spread, or he'd be blamed, or both. "Which one is Pike?"