[ Strange frowns a little, looking down at the androids. These things can store memory apparently? That's useful and good to know. And yet...there's something about this scenario that rubs him the wrong way. Him and someone else, staring down at a body, trying to decide how to get information from it— ]

Ah, [ Strange muses, as he squats down to further look at the android. That's what this reminds him of. The peninsula, when he brought those dead Neopolitans back to life—something which still haunts Strange more than he wants to admit. The desire for information is now butting up against his dislike of necromancy. Idly, he reaches a hand towards the smooth metal face of the robot, tracing his fingers over where the lips, the nose, the mouth should be. ]

I'd prefer to start with the dreams over the memory banks. While magic can meddle with the mind, the results can be dangerous. If something were to go wrong, it would be far easier to explain away a bad dream.