"Aw, Nike would do fine-" But the reminder drags the Exo's gaze toward the door behind Steve, and she frowns uneasily. "Though I guess not tonight..."

She pulls her focus back to Steve, and Blaze pulls herself a little straighter. Her hands drop to her sides, fingers brushing against the mark at her hip. "We can tell you more about Loki later. There's... hn, something I ought to talk to you about before I check on Nike."

Blaze doesn't draw breath, but the weight of her glowing gaze seems to intensify as she gathers herself. Ghost blinks uncertainly, shoots her a sidelong look as she speaks. "I think I've done you a disservice, Steve, and I owe you an apology."