Loki called her a strawberry. It was more apt than a bird. Especially more than a monster. The monsters in her world had all been simple human creatures. She was never important enough to attract clever ones, which is why she doesn't understand. What she is trying to do might work in her world, but she has commited the mortal sin of a hacker: she's gone in not knowing enough. She has none of the tools or experience she'd need to meet Loki like a Stark in an iron suit.

A strawberry. Wild one. Tiny and tart and easily crushed between fingers or teeth.

She was arrogant, is arrogant, and she has done this to herself. A fast talking irritating character from the start of the story who serves to show the real monsters' casual ability to destroy. Readily forgotten.

Maybe before she dies she does need lessons, like the lie in her hands.

"'Kay," she says, absently (why does she need a name? She's not important, just a strawberry), and accepts Loki's bait and snare. "Then we'll talk later. Don't be a stranger."

She goes off to do exactly what he knew she would: the bait is too sweet, exactly to her taste, and she doesn't know enough to solve it in time.

"Oh," she calls over her shoulder, "And that's not your fault. It's okay. I've got this."