Ty sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, I'm starting to work that out," he admits, gesturing to himself. "Where I come from, we fled from Asgard back in 1870," he explains. "To walk amongst the mortals until they chased us pagans with sticks and burned down our houses. So we bravely ran away," he says dryly. "I'd show you what I used to be able to do, but ever since I got here..." he trails off, the beginnings of a glorious smile on his lips. "I've been mortal."

As far as Baldr goes, Ty doesn't comment that Thor might want to hold off on that until he meets Olaf. "Did the same happen to you? I've been desperate to get a hold of my brother, but there's no phones in or out and I can't tell mortals about the god shit," he admits. "When you got here, did you become normal?"