The hell is that? Strange frowns as Tyki's Dark Matter starts up, swirling around his hand. Though he notices the sandwich vanishing into nothing, Strange is much more interested in the coursing matter itself, as if staring at it will help Strange figure out just what the hell it is.

"Is that something you've picked up here or something you've always had?" It doesn't look familiar or like the magic of any of the various worlds they've been to. Which makes Strange think that Tyki's always had this...but why would he keep something like this a secret? Yes it's dangerous, but surely this purple whatever it is could be put to use as well.