[ I'll keep the storage free but forget the weapon, Stephen thinks to himself, though he knows better than to express it out loud. While fluxdrifts with powers are widely accepted among the populace, their prevalence also means that people appraise them with a level of scrutiny that might not be present in a world where the supernatural remains novel, where shapes in the dark might be dismissed as imagined fears. He'll help all he can, but leave his cards face-down on the table – at least for now.

With that in mind, Stephen takes in the rest of Bjurnstrom's cautionary words – with the large grain of salt warranted for an entity like himself. ] Actually been spending my time in Panorama looking through bookshops, so – think I have a good idea of what might fill the gaps. Would be happy to help – is there... a communal library or something? [ He twists his mouth up into a smile. ] Or would that just be the bar?

[ A beat, as something else occurs to him – something re-learned over the past couple weeks that he'd forgotten during centuries before. ] Oh– [ He extends a hand, which Bjurnstrom will find oddly cold in the midst of the summer heat. ] I'm Dr. Stephen Strange, by the way.