"Nope! Something exploded again and tore a space hole!"

Armsmaster sighs as if the whole world was against him again, and focuses on Weiss. "You're from another universe, Ms Weiss? Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"Oh, fine, you can badger me."

Armsmaster taps something on his wrist, and reads from his visor.

"Note that I did not compose these questions. I apologize in advance if they seem offensive to you or to any of your protected characteristics. They were written for me, as a part of our standard operating procedures in case of interdimensional contacts."

"Now:

1. Your name, and any other names, titles or aliases you go by?
2. What is your age, species, and intended duration of stay?
3. How did you get here? Was it voluntary?
4. Did anyone or anything else come through with you, or after you?
5. Did the portal seem stable to you? Is anything on your side of it likely to come through?
6. Do you have any abilities beyond what's normal for your species? Please describe them.
7. Since arriving, have you seen or heard a large, rather attractive six-winged woman, possibly singing?
8. Are you carrying any known illnesses, parasites, or contaminants?
9. Do you have hostile intentions toward this world, its people, or its government?
10. Does your world have a government? Do you represent it in any capacity?
11. Are you here with Dr E of your own free will?
"

...

"Throw them all at me at once why don't you. Uhhhhh. Call me Weiss for now. I got vorped through yeah, I think I'm dreaming but kinda leaning less likely on that by the minute. I can't get sick or carry germs. Asking me that right in front of her kinda defeats the point doesn't it? But as it happens yeah I followed her willingly. I assume six wings is a local-" Words, words, she is just kind of saying things as English returns to her mind but this one isn't coming. "...Bad... entity?"

Armsmaster is making notes on his wrist keyboard. "Yes. A bad entity. We call them Endbringers. Governments?" 

...Should she be lying? It kind of feels like the time for fun pranks is over.

"None where I was hanging out, that's cursed lands. Well, moderately cursed. You'd probably be fine but a random farmer, no. Uh... You've got Notal in the west and the Federation in the east and a bunch of colonies mostly aligned to one of the two big ba- Big governments. Oh, and the steppe guys. And a few native communities. -Ah!"

She shuts her eyes and sniffs back towards the mansion.

"...No, okay, it's fine."

"Anyone else coming through? Hostile intentions?"

"I didn't take a close look. No curse monsters got through, I can smell them from miles away. Nasty things."

She should not let on that she knows this is (probably) the United States of America. With... Superheroes? And badgers??

"The place seems nice, like, no promises but I don't tend to be hostile to governments unless they're doing horrible things. Like slavery. Or wars of conquest or driving native populations from their ancestral lands."

"Reasonable, to some extent. Curse monsters? Special abilities?"

"The little ones don't have any real special abilities, they're just balls of black oozy hate in the shape of, mostly animals but a few more eldritch shapes. Some varieties spit acid, I guess. What you have to watch out for are the Endbringers, the big ones that have scary extra powers like turning corpses into zombies or mind control or sonic screaming or being really huge. And if you kill them they come back eventually, unless a priestess helps put 'em down for good, un-curse the lands."

She will pretend she didn't realize it was about her special abilities.

Armsmaster is exactly the kind of guy who would not feel awkward about asking twice. Or, rather, he'd feel just as awkward the second time. "No, I meant, do you have special abilities?"

Worth a try. "Oh, sure. Maybe I wanna learn about this place before saying more."

Armsmaster's expression changes, just a hint. "I see. Thank you, miss Weiss. Dr E, would you mind if I inspect your portal?"

"I can take him!"

"No, I don't mind. We'll be annoying the mayor in the meantime- that copacetic?"

"Uh..."

Kevin is already halfway down the street. "Come on, come on, it's this way!"

Then something beeps in his helmet, and Armsmaster- despite knowing better- follows the robotic badger.

"I'm going to treat that as explicit permission from the authorities!"

...She'll follow armor guy. He seems... More relevant, let's say, being diplomatic. But that doesn't mean she can't kinda needle him.

"Hey, you wanna buy some gold coins? I want to go buy 'video games' of my very own, they are fun."

"Oh, you're coming with me?"

Armsmaster thinks this feels suspicious, somehow, but it does make sense.

"I believe we can arrange to exchange some gold for you."

"Come on!"

They're still pretty close to the mansion.

"Don't tell me you've broken into the Christner's ancestral mansion? It's on the Brockton Bay historical preservation list."