A cursory and non-probing scan of Arthur's general mental state--those thoughts all but the most-trained could keep from broadcasting--revealed that, at the very least, the young man certainly believed what he was saying.
"I would like to think so, at least," he replied. Though he hid it, concern worked its way through his mind. No less than four individuals from one alternate dimension had wound up here, and here was yet another. And he believed there were others as well, within the Avengers and other teams. It bespoke of tremendous instability of some kind.
"I am prepared, at least provisionally," he said, after a moment, "to offer you our hospitality, Arthur. I should also be able to put you in touch with the Fantastic Four, though the decision regarding the use of their time machine would lie entirely with them."
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