Thor's expression brightens a tad, grasping the concept immediately. "Ah, like a Groot. My apologies, Zelus," he says, directly to the bird. It's been some time since he's had reason to learn another language, but the Allspeak should take care of that after he's heard more of it. His gaze returns to the young lady when she asks for his name. "Thor, son of Odin."

His motivations for asking this particular question are pretty transparent, so he nods. "Aye, the throne of Asgard has fallen to me in troubled times. I'd known it would be mine in time, though I hadn't quite imagined it happening like it has."