Strange looks back to the fliers, taking a sip of his coffee, watching them intently for a moment or two as if he expects them to do something then and there. Obviously, they don't.

"Is...she the one who's interested in the fliers?" He knows he's not going to get an actual answer for this and has fully prepared himself to get an answer that's somewhere along the lines of 'fuck you'. Still, he had to ask.