"Hm."

Loki turns away from his inspection, and busies himself with landing the skiff, bringing it to a stop in a sheltered part of the shore. X probably wouldn't like any of the thoughts in his head just now and he wants to give himself something else to look at. "What do you consider to be your jurisdiction? What great needs call this force into service? Besides--heh--winning races with Loki of Asgard."