"Turned'em all down," he says. Unsurprisingly. "We don't know a good-Goddamned thing about this place, let alone enough to go pickin' sides.

He pats himself down, takes stogie out of his coat pocket and holds it between his back teeth as he lights it up. Clearly he's getting a bit settled, even if he'd determined to be stubbornly independent about it.

"Best idea I got? Go find people with better ideas than me and get their take on this place," he shrugs like that's exactly what brought him right here. "Strange says he's cut off from his usual interdimensional bullshit. Said this place might exist outside the multiverse. I ain't sure how that works, but I guess we both seen stranger things."