"James Bond drinks martinis, shaken not stirred," Ben pointed out because as surreal as this situation was making a pop culture reference seemed like a perfectly normal thing to do. He wasn't going to burst the kids bubble and mention that making drinks and pop tarts didn't qualify as cooking because it was clearly a skill that the warrior child valued and probably would keep him alive for awhile or at the very least bullet-free. The girl was still, obviously, a problem so Ben smiled at the kid and then turned the smile, a little warily, on his companion.
"Ben Urich. Iron Man rescued me from-" he waved vaguely, "A situation. I've had nowhere else to go so here I am."