Annabelle laughs at Strange's point, bowing her head as she does so, her wild hair falling all over. She straightens back up, combing her hair back in order with her fingers.

"I thought it might have been ordained by reputation, rather than self proclaimed," she says honestly. It's not that she thinks Strange is... well, strange; she's not yet gotten any such indication. But she was hoping. "Still, that's lovely. Utterly charming. I'm envious!"