Ellie increduloused right back at Loki. "How? I don't know, you just...fix it," she said, gesturing at the damage. "You are a god, right? You can't miracle up a little patch of ceiling? Or I suppose someone around here must have some patching plaster." She was really less concerned about he ceiling than about getting Loki's attention on something other than Chicago and/or Crowley. "What about you--Newt, is it? Oh, are you okay?" she said, finally noticing that the man, in addition to being caked with plaster and debris, appeared to be bleeding.