[ Loki follows dutifully along, not too bothered by the looks. What he deems much more interesting is how easily this angel lets himself get distracted by... Well. Everything.

When he finds himself led to a hot dog stand, the Asgardian simply casts the vendor a short shrug while Gabriel marvels at the turning pieces of meat. At least for once Loki doesn't have to feel like the alien he is. And even if this isn't the point Gabriel tries to make, this will be the one Loki will settle for in his conclusion here: As much as the archangel claims to be responsible for creating the human race back in his home universe, he clearly has no idea of his very own product.

He is little surprised that the vendor eventually has enough and maybe a little amused at the offense Gabriel takes in being chased away. His comment is rather dry, hardly impressed by what just occurred. ]

You could have simply bought one of those gross food items he is selling rather than just blocking his actual costumers.

[ And while Loki isn't too fond of the idea of defending humans... Well. Maybe it's not really them who are the simple ones. ]

But no. Hardly any of your rambling words made any sense, I am afraid.