"Great. A multiverse full of Lokis and I get the one who hasn't hit his magical-growth spurt yet..." He gives a long-suffering sigh before he recollects himself.

"I'm not the guy to call for ghosts in need of bustin' and I can't forever keep stabbing people I already done in. But Strange set up shop around here, didn't he? I dunno about you, but that's— DOWN!"

By the time his claws SNIKT again he's blown into the wall at the far end of this little alcove they've hunkered down. The spectral version of Cyclops waits to see if he gets up for another.