Something was not right here.

He could attribute it to the drama of this unknown friend, but something still seemed to be unusual. Darcy would normally explain the situation volubly, possibly complaining about said friend or whoever had offended said friend at great length. Additionally, he did not think she had many friends in this little town, not other than their small working group.

Loki unfurled himself from the sofa and turned off the television. His suit, despite being sat around in, fell immaculately without a single crease as if it had just been put on that moment.

"Allow me to accompany you, I am too wakeful this evening for sleep and to escort you will be a much more pleasant distraction than the television can provide."

He followed her to the door without waiting for an assent, close enough to touch her though without actually doing so. Merely a position he had stood in many times over the past few weeks, but he was not to know that now he had shifted to being a person of great suspicion and distrust.

"I hope the situation is not too dire, though it cannot be good to pull you out so late at night."