[She noticed the progress, because of course she's going to look him over to scrutinize how he was recovering. How else could she counter his complaining? Knowledge was power and she wasn't a telepath.
Pleased to not have to pull a Miley Cyrus and redneck wreck her way into the room, she seamlessly flew inside and finally put boots on the ground, walking over to his place of mental torment. At the nickname, she tutted him while grinning in amusement.]
That's a matter of opinion. [Aka, Pot meet Kettle. She's not naive enough to think anyone would disagree with Strange's statement. The grin subdued while she looked him over as best she could, already knowing he was impatiently dissatisfied with the results. It practically oozed from his pores.] Speakin' of trouble. How're you doin'?
[There's genuine concern in her voice despite the banteing.]
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Pleased to not have to pull a Miley Cyrus and redneck wreck her way into the room, she seamlessly flew inside and finally put boots on the ground, walking over to his place of mental torment. At the nickname, she tutted him while grinning in amusement.]
That's a matter of opinion. [Aka, Pot meet Kettle. She's not naive enough to think anyone would disagree with Strange's statement. The grin subdued while she looked him over as best she could, already knowing he was impatiently dissatisfied with the results. It practically oozed from his pores.] Speakin' of trouble. How're you doin'?
[There's genuine concern in her voice despite the banteing.]