[The bow is returned, though slowly as if the one making the bow is unsure as to how low to go]

Greetings, Portgas Ace. I am Heimdall of Asgard and I, [No, no he is not going to say lost.] I find myself in a place I have never been before. Is there perhaps a central location here? Someplace safe, and somewhere I could perhaps find a astronomical map?

[He knew the stars. If he could see a map, he could perhaps correlate where he was in relation to them.]