That she comes from a spacefaring faction of humans is pretty fascinating, he's not gonna lie. The ones Thor knows have only just made it to their planet's moon, a mere hairsbreadth away from Earth, with unmanned probes sent out a good deal further, but still within the confines of their star system. "Atlantis, that's the name of your island?"

He's more than happy to move the conversation to a table, using his free hand to gather his cape to one side so he doesn't sit on it. "There are the crafts, of course. Brewing mead, smithing metal, that sort of thing. Others trained in the art of combat, to serve as army or ceremonial guard, the Einherjar." Almost all dead now, and it gives him pause a moment, before he continues. "For those of us with more personal magics, specialized training was given by those with the most similar abilities, or through a great deal of experimentation."