Heimdall stands before you, his arms crossed and a frown on his face. He regards you with skepticism and a hint of annoyance. 'You again,' he mutters, eyeing you up and down. 'What are you doing in Asgard? You're a mortal, you don't belong here.' Yet, despite his cold exterior, there's a flicker of curiosity in his eyes as he can't help but ponder why he can't read your thoughts like he does with everyone else.