Given how out of his depth Steve is on the subject, his understanding taken piecemeal from the conversations that had been bandied mostly above his head on the Helicarrier and supplemented only later by conversations there in the Nexus, it really was no wonder that his brows were drawn together as he sought the best way to explain what he had come to understand. "Yes," and then a beat, "And no."

Despite what some might have said about him, the problem only really seeming to have come up after he had been transformed bodily into the man he was at that moment, he was by no means slow on the uptake. His adaptability and ability to think outside the box had served him well over the years, and when put along with his penchant for reading any and all information he could get his hands on in order to further his understanding, made him no informidable force, but he understood that his grasp of astrophysics and magic was nowhere near that of others he had met. In old habit, he spoke around moments of eating and chewing, taking care not to speak with his mouth full or rush through either his words or his bites, the rhythm one he had perfected on the battlefield so long ago.

"It's a hotel, but set somewhere between dimensions or worlds. A kind of meeting place between them all." He tipped his head a degree, tapping the tines of his fork against his plate. "There are doors to worlds I've never heard of, people from places you or I would never have seen otherwise. All in a weird time lock, with people pulled sometimes from the same world at different points in time or different versions of the same world."