Olaf shrugs and doesn't answer when she asks if he's human. He supposes he is, technically, but his spirit is far older and he's a god, so he's not entirely sure how human he is, in the end. "My body might not, but my soul," Olaf says, grinning. "Give me enough drugs, the good shit, and I can travel the whole universe," he guarantees. "Where's home, to you?"