Strange is about to rebut that he wouldn't torture that person, things are different, but he knows that now isn't the time nor the place to tell Syrlya how wrong he is.

He will acquiesce to a bit of bitching and moaning under his breath during that half minute that Sylrya's gone. The jerk.

It's when Syrlya returns that Strange furrows his brow a little. That's not good. "The bigger the better: if you want clear results, it needs to be at least the size of a dinner plate." He frowns, before continuing. "I can call forth a rain to provide it, but it'd give away our location."