There's a fifty-fifty chance of getting stabbed, sure, though Billie doesn't look armed right now. Anyone who's spent enough time around her knows that means you just can't see what she's armed with, though, so Strange is right to worry. He's also lucky that Alistair pawing at her shoulder does get a sleepy grumble out of her.

"...not now, Red," is what she mutters before actually opening her eyes and looking over to see a blue dragonet rather than her own. Right. This is Didymos and Red isn't here. That's actually a little off-putting, not that she'll ever admit to missing him to pretty much anyone — except Deirdre, anyway, who already knows and is sure to make fun of her for it from her perch on the roof somewhere.

"Or you. What are you, a cat?"

Dragons are just scaly cats. That's got to be it.