Loki nods, her own pride flaring up for just a moment. "I can build anything," she tells him. "It's a gift. What people can do with what I build though, that's up to them. I could easily aid in your destruction if I wanted to."

Bombs are going off inside her mind, no metaphor here either, she can hear the sounds of test bombs echoing in her mind and she's not sure why. She could build such a thing if needed but she doesn't know why she would.

Still, that's not the point, now is it? She's not a mischievous thing, not anymore anyway, but she knows she could tear a city down, given time and tools.

Her fingers twitch again, this time as the old itch to construct rises up in her. SHe's never felt more at home, even in the chaos that she found herself in than when she is creating something.