There's a lot to take in. That this place looks not dissimilar to the kind of city Stark and Strange are used to, but abandoned, run down, letting nature reclaim it. That the person Ellie just took out looks like a person but acts decidedly not. (Well, that at least seems familiar.) The idea that they shouldn't let anything bite them, as if there are things that anyone should?

Mobius steps in front of Benedict, sliding a shield to his arm with a well-practiced move, sword in the other with a nice firm strap around the handle. It's not exactly guns and kevlar, but he's still plenty prepared to protect the man on the ground and anyone else that needs it. A sword can take out a person-like enemy as neatly as an arrow, after all.

"Shit," he breathes, brow drawn. Ellie knows this world, which means Abby does, too, which means this is a real crapsack kind of place. "Come on, get up. You got any weapon on you?" Anything that isn't magic. A staff, perhaps?