[ Normally Stephen would respect a level of sass from his interlocutors, but he's a little fucking perturbed at the moment. He narrows his eyes at the girl – Aria Forzane, not a name he's ever heard in his probing of the multiverse, although his experience is relatively short in the cosmic scheme of things. Maybe the Watcher would tell him this small lizard girl is an individual of great interest, but – he'll worry about what the hell to categorize her as once he's dealt with the situation at hand. ]

I'm Dr. Stephen Strange, Ms. Aria Forzane, [ he grates out, level, as he raises an arm to gesture at the presumed campground outside the tent. ] And unless you're going to help me with my extremely urgent retrieval of something that could undo this universe and everything in it, I'd suggest you get out of my way.