[ It's more comfortable here than it is there, and if that isn't a relatable concept he doesn't know what is. He's stolen more interesting books under apparently closer supervision for the treat of getting some reading hours in sat somewhere other than at a library table, and he doesn't have whatever his new acquaintance does ailing him. So he doesn't have much more than an approving nod to offer at the admission before the conversation heads onward.

His gaze drops when prompted to clock the marking embroidered there and the little insight into the library's unsurprisingly nationalistic offerings goes noted, but before he can remark on either something else takes his attention. ]

So you're familiar with magic?

[ He doesn't sound like a person who's just had to come to terms with the idea that magic is real, which saves at least one crash course on how to adjust to sudden violent shifts to your understanding of reality. Actually, more immediately pressing than that, it'd probably be nice to know who he's bunking with. But you've got to give a little to get a little, and with his question count already at three... ]

Dr. Stephen Strange, by the way. Call me Stephen. Given the circumstances, I'm happy to skip formalities if you are.