"That makes sense," Strange admits, as he looks over at the goats. "One of them tried eating my shirtsleeves earlier."

It was a hassle. Seriously goats, you have your own food, don't eat his shirt. Noticeably, Strange isn't making a move to help Daud bully those goats: he's just standing and watching, hands in his pockets as he watches.

"Though I can honestly say, I didn't expect to see you here. Helping out with animals like this doesn't seem to be your style." Strange is entirely unaware of the irony in his words.