That was a very high voice for a man, she decided. But it spoke of the lands she remembered before Asgard, so she let it slide, and nodded to him in agreement or thanks for the song. "Songs were for telling tales when I listened to music, not like today's music." She snorted and looked at him skeptically. "That place where you fly into ceiling and crash things through the wall is only an armory because there is a suit of armor in it."