"Curious," Irene said, her frown deepening as Peter tried to explain the rules. Or rather... the lack of rules, given how many caveats he was adding. It wasn't particularly comforting to know that nothing had made it back through the doors yet, particularly since it was apparently acceptable to leave them hanging open. Which she couldn't blame anyone for, really, especially if they sometimes disappeared at random. No wonder, really, that even superpowered, multidimensional Peter didn't opt to go through them very often.
Though it was good news to learn that one could theoretically open a door and choose not to go inside. That was a strategy she found appealing. Though perhaps not right away. Perhaps... she'd need to ingratiate herself to a few people first. People like Peter, who could do things. Or this Carol person, who'd warmed her tea with merely a touch. She wasn't particularly sure she liked the sound of Big Steve -- some sort of giant, perhaps? -- but she could work it out. Eventually. She was good at using people as resources, after all. She wasn't completely comfortable trying to rebuild a network of allies from scratch, but needs must. She was a survivor, and she would weather this somehow.
"I appreciate that, Doctor," she said, a little surprised at how sincere she sounded. (How sincere she was.). "Though perhaps not now." She gave a slightly wry smile. "At the very least I'll ned some clothes first. And maybe a few days to... adjust. But I'd very much like to, sometime soon. A steady supply of tea would be lovely."