What? By introducing myself and laying my cards on the table? [ He cants his head, allows a small smirk. Judging from his cosmic density, the man – god – whatever he is – could be firing back with way more than snippy comments, which tells Stephen that the game isn't over. He just has to move the right pieces, pick the optimum moves. He does stiffen for a split second at the last comment – void – can he sense the Mirror Dimension traces? – but then decides that in a conversation with one who Knows, the best thing to do is to use shared information as a shortcut. ]

I didn't crawl out of my void. [ He flexes his fingers into a loose fist. ] I was seized. Like you, I'm guessing – unless you've got a vested interest in hanging out with robots by the pool, in which case, [ he gestures at the door, ] by all means.