Claudia felt a moment of relief at the response, but he was just looking. That wasn't going to keep her from ending up in some kind of whorehouse or harem or whatever. Nobody there gave a damn about anything but her looks, it seemed. She tried to think beyond the manhandling and bargaining that seemed to be going on fiercely around her. Even her clothes where being examined, although most of her possessions were useless in this time and place, even if her phone and other electronics hadn't been removed before she'd been sold. Still, she had his attention. And she needed to keep it. She took a moment to think, and decided on ancient Norse as the one least likely to have any eavesdroppers.

"Loki, please, get that feathery ass of yours over here and fix this!" she called out above the crowd. She needed help, and she needed allies. Even if it would be a paradox of sorts to deal with the archangel she loved this far in his relative past.