When the spell triggered this time, Stephen Strange was wiping off the last of some ectoplasmic residue from his sleeve, after fighting off an inter-dimensional entity in Kansas. He sighed like the cosmos was still up to its b.s., and when he tuned himself in on the spell, he gathered a name and that he must move quickly, because this target was armed and dangerous in the past. After a swift location spell, he gathered what direction she might be heading to.
Stephen grabbed the network password card as the cloak floated over his shoulders, and opened a portal. He stepped out into the streets of New York with the portal closing behind him, waiting on a sidewalk until he could catch sight of the person in question. The universe seemed to leave a mark on these people, like a wound reopening from an old scar.
When he finally saw her, an exotic woman with a dark aura ensnared around her, Stephen knew he had found this timeline's latest target. This woman was the cause of many deaths, and Stephen was almost reluctant to let another killer into their fold. However, there was something else there, enough that he raised one hand up to get her attention. Not only did he hope it would draw her closer, but it also showed he was unarmed and bore no ill intent.
"Elektra Natchios, I presume," he said, when she was near enough to hear him and his usual awkward introduction. "Hi. I'm Dr. Stephen Strange. Master of the Mystic Arts."
At this point, Stephen was entirely over Tony Stark calling him a wizard.