Giving him a sidelong glance, she went on high alert, an unwarranted flash of jealousy flaring within her. She swallowed that down for the time being, not wanting Loki to sense her emotions. Returning her attention to the woman standing in the center of the black blood-spattered lot, Hermione examined this new arrival even as every bone in her body urged her to run, to flee before it was too late. The woman was thin, tall, but made even taller by the multi-horned headdress she wore like a crown. Her body was wrapped in slick and shining black leather, hugging her curves. And as the woman turned to face them, Hermione met her obsidian eyes, terror making her blood run cold.