Severus nodded. "It was a relief when I found that my magic still worked here. I'm strong enough to be able to apparate long distances and I have the ability to create a portkey, especially since there is no Ministry to say that I can't, so I haven't missed the Floo or brooms." He didn't mention that he could also fly without a broom. It wasn't something he advertised since it was a distinctly uncommon ability and he'd only learned because the Dark Lord had taught him.
He rolled his eyes. "Indeed. Cheese is not meant to be orange." He found some of the food here nothing short of appalling and was thankful that he could actually cook. "Yes, the Dementors," he said after a moment's hesitation. It seemed that Wesley had read the books. That was... interesting. "It is also useful as a short term treatment for the after effects for certain types of Dark magic."
"I can agree with that." He snorted then ate some more of his soup. "The Tesseract has been... oddly obliging in its choice of people to bring through. There are a few, such as myself, who are... shades of grey, so to speak, but most have been distinctly on the 'good' side of the equation." He arched an eyebrow at Wesley. "Of course, we only see those that SHIELD lets loose and SHIELD appears to be extremely close-mouthed in general."