He had not had time enough to consider the idea that he might have been trapped, that he might have been ripped from his world again with no way to return, but the promise that that was not the case offered no small relief. "It does, actually," he admitted, "So an interdimensional hotel, huh? I have to say...that's new. New to me, anyway."

"You seem pretty used to this kind of thing, if you don't mind me saying." There was a looseness to the way that she held herself that suggested that interdimensional portals, other worlds, the whole lot, they were nothing she hadn't seen before. He would have expected more panic in her eyes or resignation in the line of her shoulders, but could find none of that in her as far as he could see. And then, realizing only belatedly that he had not actually introduced himself properly, he added, "I'm Steve Rogers, by the way."