Tyki continues to lounge there on his side in an almost disinterested way. None of this war stuff mattered other than the fact they were swept up in it. He could save, help, or kill Ignatius personally depending on what the Ringmaster wanted. This change he was undergoing wasn't mercy. No, it was far from it. This cave was better than a stomach in his opinion but if Ignatius preferred death then he's sure he can find some way to piss off the right person in the carnival.

He's watching the others until Ignatius mentions the bit about sharing information. One of theirs did? He pipes up because he wants to know, "One of ours?" He wants to consider that person is Strange but then Tyki didn't like to assume. The Ringmaster answers and his gaze tracks back up to her. Ah, that idiot. Who share information with the enemy?

"Good input," he says to the Ringmaster. It seems they are giving her a little more confidence, "But I suppose you're free to sit here and wallow in such upsetting news. Not that it'll do you any good." He expected a warrior to fight, to push forward, or at least adapt. This was just disheartening.