Peridot leans heavily on her club, as if Strange's whining is literally sapping the energy from her. She goes back to playing with one of those sticky hands she bought earlier while she waits, fidgeting by pulling it out a little bit and letting it snap back to it's normal length a few times.

"If it's so awful then just take your shot already so we can move on and not have to look at it any longer," she growls with annoyance, lightly spinning the novelty toy around one claw.