Everyone except Wanda appeared so flustered and confused that even Dr. Strange couldn't miss it. "Miss Maximoff," he returned, taking her hand briefly before turning to the younger magic users with a reassuring smile and a hand raised to temper Billy's offer. "I'm Doctor Stephen Strange," he explained, his attention lingering on the young lady, knowing already that they were the least acquainted, "master of the mystic arts. Though, I must say, the skill possessed by each of you makes me wonder how it is I'm the only one to claim that title."
With a flourish, coloured light trailing after his fingers, his long red cape appeared on his shoulders, though any humility it might have gained him was offset by the ridiculousness of the cumulative outfit. Strange didn't mind. He stepped away from the group, approaching one of the frozen figures on the beach, saying, "Excuse me, ma'am," to get her to shunt an inch to the left and off of the towel she stood on. He brought that back with him to where the others were gathered, and suggested, "We could use another," to no one in particular as he spread it over the sand.