[ After a few hours left alone in his room with his own computer banks, combing through all the reports that have been delivered to him that day, one tiny little anomaly grabs his attention: one of the jeffries tubes has been accessed for no reason that he can see.
Intrigued, he calls up the security cameras, watching the occasional crewperson walk through the halls, each of them scurrying on their own way with the kind of hustle that indicates a man on a mission, and he's just about to dismiss the footage when finally, he sees a blue shirt worn on the right kind of body, the right fall of inky-black hair suspended above, the right shape of the hands that reach for the control panel.
Loki.
Torn between amusement and confusion, he watches Loki open up an access chute and climb up inside, disappearing out of sight.
Fifteen minutes later, he finds himself outside of that access chute, opening the access panel. ]
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Intrigued, he calls up the security cameras, watching the occasional crewperson walk through the halls, each of them scurrying on their own way with the kind of hustle that indicates a man on a mission, and he's just about to dismiss the footage when finally, he sees a blue shirt worn on the right kind of body, the right fall of inky-black hair suspended above, the right shape of the hands that reach for the control panel.
Loki.
Torn between amusement and confusion, he watches Loki open up an access chute and climb up inside, disappearing out of sight.
Fifteen minutes later, he finds himself outside of that access chute, opening the access panel. ]
Loki?