Peridot is downright stunned by how smoothly this seems to be going, but the discussion of Strange throws her off kilter a bit. She doesn't like the sound of Penemue's uncertainty; she's still mad at Strange, but she'd still very much prefer if he didn't remain trapped in the creepy faerie artifact?

"That clod," she groans under her breath, eyes rolling ceiling-ward as a pained expression crinkles her little bat brows.