A very tall woman walked up who apparently knew Scott Free wandered up, and Thor's sinuses itched more. She seemed as though he'd seen her before, with a sword, cutting off heads and carrying souls to Valhalla; she certainly had the height and protective stance for it, the cool, assessing eyes. Whether she had a flying horse and was otherwise blessed by the All-Father, however, remained to be seen.
He inclined his head as she approached and entered the conversation. "Aye," he acknowledged the name, because it was actually probably as right as he could get. "And th'art?" he asked politely.
As for where Asgard was, well, in spite of his momentary desire to say that it really was in Minnesota, the truth came out as well. "Across Bifrost the rainbow bridge, amid the branches of the world tree Yggdrasil." That sounded crazy even to him, but he could see it, almost feel it - just couldn't go home.
"Thou hath not told me where th'art from," he had to say.