Dr. Strange winced just a little and admitted, "This doesn't happen often. So being speechless is...fine? If fine qualifies for a unique situation such as this."
Living in an unstable alternate universe was, admittedly, a lot to process. Even a year after the fact.
"We have a network and housing set up for those who are recently displaced. I can take you there, unless you want to see Tony."
There was a silver lining to this meeting, although it had to be jarring finding yourself in the middle of New York City from...wherever it was that he came here from.
"If you need to take a moment longer to get your bearings, we can do that. If you have more questions than what's in that pamphlet, I can answer them. And if you need to take comfort in one small blessing? At least you didn't come crashing into the Sanctum again. We're running low on chamomile tea."
In what would have been the third time (once in their prime universe and once here), but Stephen didn't want to overwhelm Bruce with that tidbit of information.
It could wait for later. Or for Tony to blurt it out.