The concept itself was difficult to wrap his head around; time travel, reality travel. It was just too strange a thing to fully grasp. Hansel wasn't stupid, but he was in no way equipped to understand the mechanics of realities. Even this type of magic was a loss on him.
Before he could really complain about how little he really got from that, there was the sight of Gretel -at least he thought it was Gretel, what the fuck was she wearing? But then it sort of looked like what Liv was wearing, that's what they wore here?- and then he had an armful of his sister and the concerns really weren't half as bad.
His arms just wrapped around her, the steadiness of her reappearance not just as profound, since he only lost her about twenty minutes ago anyway, but it was reassuring to know just where she'd gotten to. "What the fuck are you wearing?" But as ever, they deflected what they didn't need to vocalise, Hansel just muttering into Gretel's shoulder, more or less unconcerned with Liv's presence.