“Well…” Doctor Strange trails off; almost looks a little sheepish at having to explain this part. His world’s gotten so accustomed to turning an unblinking eye to all the madness and magic running around, but he’s too-aware that it sounds completely batshit to anyone not used to it. He had been that person, once upon a time, with cold hard skepticism.

But she’s the literal daughter of a god, so maybe her world’s similar enough—

“I was a doctor, but I was also a sorcerer. Part of an arcane order called the Masters of the Mystic Arts, dedicated to defending the world against paranormal and extradimensional threats. So this sort of thing is… I mean, I won’t say common exactly, the elves are new and so is the war, but it is up my alley.” A beat, a feeble attempt at relating: “What were you majoring in?”