Okay, she's got a point there. Strange winces a little before nodding. "That makes sense," he'll admit. Because yeah, Daud doesn't know how real people work. "I hope he appreciated how useful you would have been back on the ship—and how useful you are now."

Strange pauses for a moment, briefly lingering in his own thoughts and memories of being underappreciated before he takes the knife and holds it up. However, he's not throwing it just yet. Instead, Strange stares at the thing, contemplating if he should add in some magic to this toss or not. Better to focus on magic instead of getting lost in his own thoughts.