Uh. [ Tony glances over as he shakes the now-empty bag of peanuts with a plastic rattle, and sees the man whose "speech" comment he'd, uh. Liberally piggy-backed on. He doesn't recognize him, which doesn't necessarily mean he's not from the Free Cities, but given how much Tony's seen Sam Momma-Bear the hell out of the entirety of the Summoned population there... maybe it does. ]

If by "friend" you mean we come from the same galactic zip code, then. Sure, I guess. [ He opens the cabinet under the sink and drops the bag into the trash can underneath it. ] And you're... what? One of his Thorne buddies?

[ The guy had called him by his first name, but – who knows, maybe Strange decided to sacrifice his life to universal probabilities too. ]