The next time he runs his mouth? Strange frowns for a moment before he connects the dots with what Rita's referencing. He gives her an ironic little smile before the mild teasing starts back up.

"Yes, but I wonder what will run out first: my endurance or your patience?" Strange knows that it's his endurance but hey, might as well give Rita a bit of shit while he can.

When they're in the food court proper, Strange makes a beeline for the obligatory greasy pizza place that every food court has. There's a few people in line so, he starts to wait, assuming that Rita's going to wait with him.