So the residents were not wholly complacent with their imprisonment. At the least in captivity there would be solidarity.

"Your graciousness is noted, Father Samuel, and something I intend to reward at a future time." Valkyrie clinked bottles before taking another swig off of her own, leaning well back to do it. The bottle was empty when it came back down and she capped it off with a disarming smirk. This Father (of what? She still didn't know but he clearly felt it important enough to emphasize as a title) was reassuring in his genuine disdain for their predicament.

"My last question. Are there any other Asgardian folk here?"