Her being impressed is only going to last a moment or two as with his next throw, Strange completely fucking misses the target. It's less 'better than she expected' and more 'he got lucky.' He sighs as he goes to pick up the knife, but continues talking.

"Most of the bars I've been to used darts instead of knives." Still, the bars he's been to were probably a lot different than the bars Billie went to. "Why this hobby? Surely there were others you could have picked that were more profitable or more useful."