A frown furrows Thor's brow as he listens, his one-eyed gaze fixed on Kirk, watching the way the human clenches his jaw like he's bracing himself against an onslaught. He's familiar enough with war to read between the lines, to understand what it means for a man to be declared a hero after buying time for others to escape. Heroes like that generally don't get to see the feast thrown in their honor, after, not outside the halls of Valhalla itself.

But that look on Kirk's face. Either this man was a close friend, one whose memory is so cherished that seeing his visage on another man is a spear to the heart, or he was someone the captain dislikes so strongly that he can't stand the sight of Thor's face. Either way... awkward.

"Ah," he says, feeling somewhat as if he's standing in a minefield, uncertain just where to place his next step. If he guesses wrong, it'll be an insult either way, and especially after what happened at the equinox, he's a little more wary of causing offense. Best to take a middle ground, if there is one. "And because he shared my face, I remind you of him."