"Alright." Fancy holstered his blaster and stepped back. Sharon had a gentler touch and seemed to have the run of the place, much as some of the... heroes? Avengers? Whatever they called themselves. He'd shadow and keep an eye on Storm, but his competencies had been exhausted in the span of a few moments. If there wasn't any shooting to be done, best he keep his mouth shut and avoid ruffling feathers.
That wasn't to say he wouldn't listen to anything else Storm let slip about her world. An answer to how to get back to his own would, eventually, emerge. He intended to take advantage when that happened.