Thor smiled to see the man, and raised a hand in greeting, like he would to a warrior, not the shake a Midgardian would make. "My friend! It is a good place, for a prison. I find myself wishing for blue skies sometimes, and the smell of rain, or for the practice fields of Asgard, and the sight of the City Eternal. Either way, those places are not here, and sometimes it wears on me."

Nonetheless, he nodded to the other. "And you, have you found this place a good temporary home?"