He knew, he knew that there was a sectioned-off area in the garage for portal landings, but he'd been in a hurry -as he usually was when he actually managed to find this reality again, which he wasn't going to think about the implications of too hard- but he'd still landed in open floor space, yanking the portal closed behind him and just rolling over onto his back on the floor, managing to rein his breathing in to something mostly level.

Which was right about when he registered movement, and he lurched -somewhat unsteadily- to his feet when he realized he didn't recognize the face. It took him a moment, and about four different varieties of confusion across his face before he managed: "You're not Nik." It was followed almost immediately with a vague, loose gesture with one hand towards the kitchen, since he knew A, there should be a first aid kit there and B, there were chairs that wouldn't actually be damaged by a little blood, "I'm going to go... sit."