Blaze has seen a hundred variants of that look before. She returns it for a minute, her glowing gaze unabashed. Let the woman say what she’s going to say. But she frowns when Loki admonishes her, puzzled and a bit indignant. She opens her mouth to dispute it - organic contaminants won't hurt an Exo, what can't touch you can't hurt you - only Loki gets to her broader point then, looking at Ghost where he's materialized at her shoulder. The Titan closes her mouth instead, gives a bemused grunt before she replies.

"That’s what’s got you fussing, huh? Not just some hypothetical slime puddle." She shakes her head, . “There ain’t that much between me and Reynard. We fought once, and we don’t get along because he’s a puffed-up, selfish, irresponsible jackass who gets high on his own power. That’s the shape of it. He’s strong in Winter and sneaky as hell, I’ll give you that. But on the big long list of things that want me dead, he really doesn’t rate.”