As the doors to the black S.H.I.E.L.D vehicle opened, two men in dark suits came out, and began walking towards the two of them. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Thor turning towards the men as well, but Loki's main focus of attention was drawn elsewhere. There was a youth across the street whose dark eyes were boring into him. That gaze it sent a chill through his bones and made him want to shiver. It was very disconcerting, so disconcerting that he hadn't realized that the people around him were talking. He blinked as he realized they were all looking at him expectantly, the two agents with barely disguised anger. He had no idea what they had been talking about while he hadn't been paying attention but he wasn't willing to admit to it. Apparently one of the agents, who was broad with sandy-colored hair, and a clean shaven face realized that Loki had not been paying attention.

"What are you doing here?" the man asked with the air of someone who was repeating a question. Loki rolled his eyes and drew himself and as a consequence the agents and The Thunderer walked over to the side of a building... to make their very public conversation slightly less so.

"I'm trying to find out which people in this town are hosts," he answered in a low voice.

"And how exactly are you planning on doing that?" the sandy-haired man asked again. His partner didn't speak, simply waiting for Loki's answer instead. The sandy-haired agents partner had black hair, and a beard that wasn't fully grown. He had a squashed nose and eyes that were too close together. The effect of his particular facial features made him entirely unattractive and rather difficult to look at.

He didn't really know. His current method of just walking around seeing which Midgardians looked like they might be hosts wasn't working very well. Though he did have three people who he suspected to be hosts. It was something, but he couldn't explain it to the agents without first telling them the truth. He had to tell the agents something though, if only to stop them from staring accusingly at him. He wracked his brain for something to occupy their time, something that might be useful in their search.

"We'll ask them questions, see if we can spot patterns of differences in behavior. See if any of them notice anything strange." Loki finally said. It wasn't the greatest plan since no one had noticed anything with him, but it was the best that he could think of. The two agents looked less than impressed with his plan and the black haired Midgardian was focused on his clothing. Right, he was wearing a glamor that would not help him in his quest for answers.

"When I asked a question they looked at me like I was mad," Thor reminded him. Loki nodded he hadn't forgotten, it had only happened minutes ago after all.

"That's because you don't command authority the way you are dressed," Loki explained. It probably also had something to do with the bizarre nature of the question as well but he decided not to focus on that part. He looked at the two agents clothing, suits and somewhat cheap suits at that, Still.

"Well, if we're going to be asking people questions, we probably should look the part," Loki said and checked the street again. The teen was gone, and as far as he could see, there were no eyes on them. Loki's and Thor's clothes both changed from the rustic style to mirror the suits of the two agents. This way, they would at least have the authority their previous rustic clothes were lacking.

"Let's try this again," he said, as he gazed at the store next to the grocery store they had just come out of. He knew, this time, he'd have the two agents, as well as Thor shadowing him, watching his every move, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He was just going to have to make the best of this situation.

The first few hours had told them nothing. It was too early for the Armarks to have a noticeable effect on strangers, only close family would be able to tell there was a difference. Then again, with how small the town was, most of the town probably was infected with the parasites, and wouldn't notice the same behaviors in their friends or family. He wasn't sure how long it would normally take people to recognize their family members weren't acting like themselves, since his family never had. He wasn't bitter about that; he wasn't. He didn't care what anyone in Asgard thought of him, least of all Thor or Odin. The only person in the world he cared what they thought of him was Frigga, his mother and now she was dead because of him. He shook his head. Now was not the time for thinking about that.

They had just finished up talking to another shopkeeper and were on their way to the next. There were only two left and then he supposed they would have to focus on homes. The interviews themselves were boring when it wasn't a host and very uncomfortable for him if it was. Thankfully, neither Thor nor the Agents Uninteresting and Unappealing seemed to notice the hosts gaze. He had taken to calling the sandy-haired man 'Uninteresting' and the agent with the squashed nose 'Unappealing', as he had yet to learn their true names.

"Loki-"

"Agent Johnson," he interrupted, as that was the name he had introduced himself as in the first shop. Somewhere, although he couldn't recall where, he had learned of the popularity of that particular last name. The two agents hadn't been particularly fond of him pretending to be an agent, but if was going to be followed around by agents, he was going to use it to his advantage.

"Silence, I'm thinking," he said to head off whatever Thor was trying to say to him. Thor had tried a few times in the last few hours to make small talk, but Loki hadn't let it get further than a few words before halting the conversation. Just because they were forcing him to work with Thor, didn't mean that he was going to talk to him.

As much as he liked the S.H.I.E.L.D agents, and knew that they liked him in return, he was slightly grateful for their appearance, as it would mean that he would no longer have to deal solely with the blond buffon.

"We have two more shops left," he spoke, as he saw Thor open his mouth to speak. He ignored the livid look in the blond's eyes and looked to the agents instead who nodded. Agent Unappealing looked from Thor and Loki for a moment before focusing back on him.

"Then we will start to focus on the homes," Loki continued speaking just to keep Thor from talking. Even given the Midgardians and Thor's lower level of intelligence, he was fairly sure that they could guess where their next step was. Thankfully, by the time his brief speech was finished, they had walked the short distance it had taken to reach the next shop. He was saved from having to talk to Thor for just a little bit longer.