Loki jumps up and takes it from Storm before he even gets the chance to open It,"That isn't yours sir."He hands it to Catt Laughing cheerily,"I don't believe we've met. Whats your name?"
The thing about plummeting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late. — Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune