"Scholars are just generally... scholars." Loki laughed. "Not that there are all that many of us, mind you. I'm particularly interested in the maths and sciences, but I don't think there's any sort of special name for that." He shook his head. "Svealander is the more generic name, since that is where I'm from. But it just seems easier to go with Viking right now, since most seem to know what that is, even if it's not entirely accurate." He grinned. "Though perhaps it gives the wrong impression, I don't know."

He idly traced a curling pattern on the table top with one fingertip, listening to what little more she had to say about the Head Doctor. "Clues," he said. "Makes it all sound like a bit of a game, doesn't it? Though I suppose our captor might take it as such as well. Though it does seem very sloppy to just leave useful things laying about for us to find."

Still, this was now more than he'd known earlier, so he was at least a little grateful. And it made sense, he supposed, that there was some sort of command structure that plagued the Head Doctor. That was always a point of weakness that could potentially be exploited, though it would require some creative positioning to do so.

He smiled. "I promise that I will be careful, though I suppose it's all in the hands of whoever I get put with."