Of course it was related to Ignatius. That’s all that’s been on Strange’s mind of late, hasn’t it? Lambert’s too tired not to let the flash of irritation show, not that he was very much inclined to hide it to start with, but after a moment or two of mentally working through a dozen false starts, he finally just settles on:

“Right,” wearily. “He’s probably the only one without an egg. The rest of us are expendable, considering.” He grunts, shifting to a more comfortable seat. “Let’s hope the Summer Court doesn’t take accidentally getting one of their own branded with iron as an act of war, considering it happened to all of us.”