Ignatius looks at Herbert, and then looks off in the direction that Strange's voice is coming from. Still clutching his wound, he staggers around the table and finds the mirrored plate laying on the floor. He looks completely dumbfounded as he painstakingly bends over to pick it up.

"You've really done it, haven't you?" he says, not looking particularly pleased. At least, however, his voice is more level, composure forcing itself in over his panic and discomfort.