That was confirmation enough, and he was blinking owlishly down at her. The wheels were turning in his head because stuff wasn't working as intended. Not that anything ever fully worked as intended. This universe had a way of undermining everything.
"Oh wow, ok."
He dragged a hand back through his hair, thinking about how to break the news to her.
"First," he said, his mind-to-mouth connection kicking in, "Doctor Strange needs to check his spell. It's off somehow because you should have been plopped into a room. Second? I'm just going to rip off the band-aid. You're in an alternate universe. It's really messed up. And I'm not dead here. I'm dead where we all came from. Natasha's alive too, so don't get weirded out when you see her."
He didn't want to explain how he got that update either. It was one hell of a nightmare followed by waking up with a five-year-old after putting a two-month-old infant to bed the night before.