“Oh, definitely, get at least one in before we wind up moving on from here.” He’s just going to keep operating on the assumption that they will, in fact, figure out a way to get back; anything else is too bleak to consider for the Theodosians. As Julius clears some space off a chair to sit down, Strange adds, “Mind that purple gem, it’s actually a dimensional cage— I really should get better about tidying up after myself—” and absentmindedly sweeps some stacks of messy paperwork out of the way, so the other man is less at risk of sitting on and being swallowed into a pocket dimension.

“And movies are more like… a recording of a play. A play being played out by performers, but with fantastic illusions to enhance the stagecraft.” He wonders if the Theodosians might react to them like the first people to see moving pictures, terrified by a train approaching the screen; he wonders if it’s cruel to be amused by the mental image, or just pleased that they get to experience this for the first time.

“There’s theaters everywhere within walking distance, if you have two hours to kill. And, lamentably, it does seem we have those hours to kill. You haven’t heard of any leads yet, have you?”