He was standing right there, in front of her, in front of them, and yet somehow, everyone was unfazed.
Darcy guardedly shakes Jane arm, darting her eyes back and forth from the scientist to the god of mischief who found the whole ordeal quite amusing.
The scientist looks at Darcy, perplexed, "What is it Darce?"

"He's right there! L-," the young woman's tongue seemed to halt on its own, she tries again. "Lo-. Bad guy! Right there!"

"Jeez, remind me to ration your caffeine intake." Darcy appreciated Jane's humor but this was not the time.

Dr. Selvig chuckles at his coffee, "More for me, then." Nor Dr. Selvig's.

Darcy surveyed the room, hoping that someone can see him, too.
She couldn't say his name and with the circumstance, can't find the time to scavenge for a paper and pencil.
The other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were too engulfed in their work, pretending to look busy.

Was she going crazy? Maybe she should stop it with Japanese horror marathons.

He initially looked surprised but his angular face softens, smiling at her, holding up the side of his finger to his lips.
Darcy's eyes widened, cautiously side stepping around the man.

"Why can't they see you?" She hisses, demanding, not caring for the weird looks she was now getting.

"They cannot hear me, either," Loki slants back to study her, contemplatively rubbing his bottom lip, "Curious that you can."

She runs to her desk at the corner by the large windows, everyone in the room probably thinks she's crazy.
Crazy or not, she'd do anything to rid of the super invisible, super lanky, super villain in the middle of the room.
She reaches for her taser in the drawer and quickly points at the trickster god, or rather, where he formally stood. Darcy panicked, he had disappeared.

She scans the room, nervously eyeing Jane in hope she could sense the danger. The scientist finally looks up from her work and tilts her head to the side.
Darcy begins to flail her arms to signal her and Jane just laughs and jokingly flails back before shaking her head and returning to her work.
Giving the place another onceover, scrutinizing every corner until satisfied, Darcy sighs heavily, relieved, before plopping down on her office chair, leaning back.

Strange.

The chair felt stiffer, taller. And those pair of legs behind hers couldn't be the cushion.
Darcy pats the arms of the swivel chair, and felt actual arms resting on top.
Gold metal and dark emerald fabric decorated the stranger's arms, wrist and fingers in which responded to her touch.
She then felt the rise and fall of a chest behind her, she froze on the spot.

Darcy Lewis realized just who she had sat on.