[Sue laughs at his joke, and holds up a hand that is, in fact, invisible. And when he tells her his name she stops just short, and sucks in a breath, her expression changing from warm to a glare.]
Loki. Your name is Loki? What sort of joke is this?
[Obviously she's familiar with your NOT so nice older self]
[Action]September 19th, Lunch time
Loki. Your name is Loki? What sort of joke is this?
[Obviously she's familiar with your NOT so nice older self]