[ Nacho will approach him a little slowly, waiting to catch his eye, then waving. He looks slightly apologetic and, well, about as friendly as Nacho is capable of looking. ]

Hey. I'm Nacho. From the... thing...?

[ He reaches out a hand to shake, if Strange wants to take it, before he glances up at the gate. ]

Sorry, man. First place that came to mind. We can walk and talk if you want. Go someplace else. [ Sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. ]