All in all, it's fairly entertaining to watch Strange struggle not to summon a super-localized lightning storm around himself while trying to keep his cool. That he manages to get the target twice in a row is almost encouraging, right up until— ah, there they go. A miss, and yet here he is, abandoning target practice to babble suggestions at her.

Billie raises her eyebrows at that, just watching him whirl around and go off like that. Locks, iron bars, shackles? Without context, she can figure he means melting through metal, but rather than address that...

"So much for being the focused one here," she can easily slide out of brooding over her own problem now that Strange is having his own. "You really can't go longer than that without needing to solve my problems?"