That awkward pause was in fact an eternity to a speedster like Pietro especially one who was in unfamiliar territory and very much alive when by all rights he should be dead. He'd died, recalled it vividly, but now he was here and he didn't even know where here was.
Also, he didn't trust well or immediately for that matter.
"What gave it away?" He asked, accent thick and sarcasm thick. "Could it be the look on my face or the many wounds on my clothes?" He hauled himself to his feet and tipped his head to get a better look at the Dr. "How do you know my name?"