Teja turns around. The forge is messy; there are stacks of things everywhere, boxes emptied upon the workbench, and a bucket of sudsy water with a rag hanging out upon the floor.

"One hopes you do not mind the mess," Teja says, "and you are welcome. I am un-messing the pace wherein I dwell, as one does from time to time."

The worry in his heart is deep and gnawing, but he would not bother Charles Xavier with it, so he tries to still it.

Still, the image of Loki's enraged face behind the clear barrier is not that easily wiped from his mind. If only there was a way to help both the prisoner, and this place, and preserve them from each other!