"Oh, the Doctor," Strange replied, good-humored behind his oh-so-tired eyes. He sat down and took the cup of coffee, giving it a sniff before pulling back a gulp. "I think you'll find, whew, that name is going to be hard to trademark. And I'm sure many superheroes have tried. You know, this actually reminds me of bodega drip. Specifically when you go in at seven at night and the same pot's been sitting there all day. Definitely familiar."
Another gulp. Apparently he didn't mind. Or he was that desperate. One hand stayed anchored on the coffee cup, the other steadily in his pocket.
"I am human, that was a spell, and what it is doing is performing an MRI of the magical and psychic resonance of this dimension. Took me all night to write the script for it, I wish I had my books, but we'll see what it reveals. Particularly if that resonance ties back to any Principalities. Might help with the 'who' of this science experiment. And now," another gulp, followed by the sound of him sucking the liquid off his teeth, "you've just subjected me to one examination, so I think a scan is wholly unnecessary."
Strange gave her a wink to show that he was (still) good humored, not insulted, by the line of questioning. If anything, her excitement was a little thrilling.
"I see why you said to leave Banner out of it, Tony." The briefest of snorts, again into his coffee cup. "Looks like he's been replaced."
The shit-eating grin on his face practically stretched the width of Manhattan.