Probably for the best. Billie's the sort who would tell Strange to take his sympathy and stick it somewhere rude.

"Yeah, sure, let me just direct the amazing power of magma somewhere useful," she grouses before catching herself getting way, way off-topic. They're here so Strange can throw knives, not for them to discuss magic. "But you know what? How about you don't give me advice until you can hit that target three times in a row?"

She's irritated now, which means unless she stops talking for a while, she's going to be out three pairs of gloves.

"Until then, keep your mouth shut."