On the bright side, Anya isn't worrying too much about social niceties, or lack thereof, in anyone around her right now. "Malin, cool, nice to meet you, too."

She almost expresses shock at Malin not knowing who the Avengers are, before she reminds herself that she could be in one of innumerable alternate dimensions, and most of those would only recognize the Fantastic Four.

"They're superheroes," she says. "Good guys. They help people, and I... know a couple of them. They'll notice I'm gone, probably," she hopes, desperately, "and they'll help anyone else who's not supposed to be here, too. So me, you, all of us." she gestures to the new people around them, just as confused as they are. "I promise they're not gonna kick your ass or anything."