“Nope.” A lazy plosive snap of the P, a smack of the lips; still those loose and modern affectations which would Ellis would have seen and heard more of back on Earth. “We’re examining that artifact we constructed from the Crossroads, but it’s nothing time-sensitive as far as I can tell. I needed a break, and I doubt I was on the verge of some groundbreaking revelation in the next hour.”

Plus, he’s giving himself a bit of a breather from their weeks spent jaunting universes. (And yet— only five days had passed back here, which might have been mind-melting to some, but this is Strange’s third go at it. Time is malleable. He knows that well.)

“Is everything alright?”